Heat rose from the ground in waves, creating the illusion of rippling water. The only escape from the scorching sunlight was beneath the pine trees that lined the shore, and even some dappled light streamed through the canopy, leaving tiny shapes on the ground in intricate patterns. 1141 ...
Ahead, Geri maneuvered through the dark growth with natural ease, urging them all on. Tancred could barely see him; the Lodovian man’s coat whipped behind him like a shadow, melding with the flat leaves and branches. Shapes rose from the forest blackness, grasping towards him—but Geri ...