The Flint Lord 燧石领主 原版英文小说
Fodich felt his fingers move. He touched the hard spikes of gorse. Heclosed his hand and made it bleed.
He was alive.
He was cold.
Needles of rain hurt his back where the flesh was open, rain in thewind like the soldier spikes in his palm.
Fodich was hallucinating. They had nearly killed him, tied him to aladder and rendered him useless, and thrown him away to die. Nighthad come, yet in his head it was still morning and he was at the ladder.