Darkness and LightChapter 32 Dawn
Roban groaned long and loud, a sound of deeply felt frustration. Not kneeling on soft grass anymore, he lay flat on his back and the ground was cold hard stone. His wrists and ankles now were shackled. He could feel the heavy iron bands and chains between them. That was precarious, alarmingly so. He was no longer in the Underworld, which was partly good and partly bad. His visit had been premature, badly timed and it had hurt, a lot, but it had been a quick way to reach the Underworld and to...