CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE BLACK PYRAMID
A gleam of red. Deep in my eyes.
It was a lie.What I’d seen reflected in the helmet had to have been a lie. I had not become that which I fought against. I had not! Vohanna must be stopped. Bryce must be saved. And if that meant meeting violence with more violence, so be it.
I turned, kicked open the door to the room that I knew must house the black powder for the cannons. I was right. Kegs of the stuff stood like parade-ground soldiers in the small space. And piled high in one corner were thousands of swollen-headed blast quarrels like the one Diken Graye had used days ago to bring down Rannon’s airship. All around me I smelled the hellish stench of sulphur and charcoal.
Stepping over the threshold, I sheathed my sword. A fire axe hung on one wall
