GuyBoy
Hero
Sadek realised his mistake too late.
He had been so busy scanning the slime-coated, foetid waters of the Stopwater Swamp; scanning for the telltale ripples of the scorpiondiles that hunted these channels, scanning for the burial platforms that might house a bog mummy, and he had neglected the lianas and vines that draped the canopy above his head.
As the piranha-spiders dropped into his canoe, one landing on his sweat-beaded neck and biting immediately, Sadek heard again the old man’s words of advice, “nobody gets to make a second mistake in those meres.”
He had been so busy scanning the slime-coated, foetid waters of the Stopwater Swamp; scanning for the telltale ripples of the scorpiondiles that hunted these channels, scanning for the burial platforms that might house a bog mummy, and he had neglected the lianas and vines that draped the canopy above his head.
As the piranha-spiders dropped into his canoe, one landing on his sweat-beaded neck and biting immediately, Sadek heard again the old man’s words of advice, “nobody gets to make a second mistake in those meres.”