XXIII
Dark screamed as he banged himself against a metal grill.
He was in a shadowed room and couldn’t tell where he was.
How long had he thrown himself against the darkness?
Hours, maybe. But there was no light, no sun in the sky for him to track, no moon for him to divine. Just a large skylight in the ceiling that showed neither the moon nor stars.
For the second time, he had awakened in a strange place. He was tired, bone-weakened and sore, but he had no patience for sleep. His father had always told him, Never go to sleep in a strange land. You may not like where you wake up.
He squinted at his surroundings. His left eye socket stung. He brought his fingers to it and noticed that he was wearing a black eye patch. He tried to remove it but a magical vibration hummed through his he
