Chapter One
Dig woke with a start.
The first thing he was conscious of was the taste in his mouth—a
rancid coating of ... what was it?—onions? Garlic? Some kind of
battery-acid-type thing going on in there, as well. He slowly
brought a hand from beneath his duvet and cupped it around his
mouth. He let out a small puff of coagulated breath and sniffed it
back in. Jesus. Grim beyond belief. He clamped his mouth shut
again.
The second thing he was conscious of was his head. Which appeared
to have had a large shipment of ball bearings dumped in it
overnight, while his blood supply felt like it had been transfused
with silica and come to a grinding, desiccated halt somewhere
around his temples.
The third thing was his stomach, a large churning area of gas and
corrosive fluids, swishing and swirling around together like a
miniature primordial soup. He felt a bubbling tube of gas begin to
wriggle through his stomach, around his intestine and down
towards his bowel. He could tell it was going to be bad, when it departed
his body in a hot and silent phutread full excerpt from: The Debt ebook
