THE GRIMLORN UNDER THE MOUNTAIN, by James AquiloneThey were halfway up the mountain when Max fell into the yawning cave mouth.
He had been resting on a boulder as Richard went off to relieve himself. Max was happy for the break. Richard had been practically racing up the mountain. Max kept telling him to slow down, he was pushing a heart attack. But Richard was being his usual vindictive self. “Maybe if you stopped complaining you’d be able to keep up, princess,” he would say, and run ahead.
Max knew saying yes to the “excursion” was a bad idea. But his brother was adamant and Max still felt guilty about that stupid loan.
He was ready to head back down the mountain, call it a day, when Richard returned from his bathroom break.
Max barely had time to stand before Richard charged and dro
