Blood Hunt
A Novel
Chapter One
HE STOOD ON THE EDGE of the abyss, staring down.
Not afraid, not feeling anything very much except the burning in his
lungs, the damp ache behind his legs. He knew staring was never a
one-way thing. It was reciprocal. Okay, he thought, get your staring
finished, get it over and done with now. The fall, he thought-it
isn't the fall that kills you, it's the ground at the end of it.
It's gravity, the fatal pull of the planet. There was water at the
bottom of the chasm, the tide rising, foam churning against the
sheer sides. He could hear the water, but in what was left of the
daylight he could barely see it.
He took a deep breath at last and drew back, stretching his spine.
There was an hour left till dusk: not much time. They wouldn't find
him now. He'd had one piece of luck about seventy-five minutes ago,
but reckoned he was allowed one lucky break per mission.
At least they were quiet now, his pursuers. They weren't yelling
ill-considered commands back and forth, their words carrying on the
sweet, still air all the way to where he lay listening. And they'd
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