ABSTRACT
Along the left-hand wall, strange letters and geometric shapes had been carved and scraped into the surface. Where the light fell on the wall, it had lit up a dragon that had been painted over the entrance to the next cave, its vast wings stretching across the arch. But it did little to push back the darkness and its flame cast spectral shadows on the walls. It felt like he was being sucked down into the depths of the earth as the smell of peat, chalk, flint and sulphur drifted through the air. She moved warily around the chamber to the next archway. The blade slipped out of her hand; she threw herself after it. It was like the ground itself was writhing and bucking in an underground storm. When she swallowed it was as if lots of tiny, needle-tipped claws were scratching at her throat.
