Twilight Falling (38 page)

Magadon surprised them all with a chuckle.

“You know,” the guide said, “you still owe me three hundred gold pieces.”

“That’ll have to wait,” Riven said, as the bubble finally gave way.

A roar louder than a thousand warhorns sounded in Riven’s ears. Millions of buckets of water poured down, foaming, churning. Riven stared up in defiance.

His mind turned to his dogs, his girls, and he wondered what would happen to them after he died. The water washed away any tears he might have shed.

A peculiar darkness surrounded him and he knew no more.