Wind
Brix groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His body ached. Worse, his head felt like someone had slugged him with a ten-pound weight.
Peeling his eyes open, he stared at the slightly tilted landscape in front of him. He knew he was lying on his side. He knew he was no longer swinging from a tow truck hook. What he didn’t know was how far down he’d dropped, or if anything was broken, and he wouldn’t find out about it until he moved.
There were stalactites and stalagmites in front of him. A few feet away he caught the reflection of water off a pool glittering against the rock wall. The light seemed to be coming from behind him.
He started with his arms, reaching out slowly, waiting for the first sign of pain that would indicate something wrong. Relief washed through him when
