Chapter 15
The Meander Canyon
Near Talling/Maisy
The Gramarye
October 1840
After seeing Kip Evan’s throat get blown out and realising he too had been struck by his own paralysing floor, Talisker had fainted dead away. The fact that his feet were melded to the floor meant that his knees bent and he fell backwards at a right angle, his head striking the ground with a crack.
He came round slowly, not knowing how long he had been out, having dreamt of church visits from his youth. Religious chanting and incantations seemed to fill the air, and there was a chill that always seemed to permeate churches, regardless whether it was a wedding or a funeral.
His feet were freezing cold, as though immersed in cold water, and his thighs were cramping as though he had recently completed a marathon
