Gods of GardheChapter 13 Regroup
Darkness! Chad's bones ached with cold. Was this death? He tried to move, to sit up. His stiffened muscles screamed in protest. He drew on his anger for strength. His stomach protested, heaving, trying to turn itself wrong side out, but there was nothing in it to come up. His head seemed to spin in the darkness. Waves of weakness forced him to lie back. "Rest, oh Man of Black," the familiar high, thin voice of The Goddess came softly to him from somewhere in the darkness. "Rest, now....