Nowhere to Run by Elliott Kay (Wandering Monsters Book 2)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 302 Kb
Nowhere to Run : Life on the open road is no easier than working in the wizard’s dungeon.Scars and his crew escaped their old lives by finding each other, but a found family still needs a home. Even defense of a small mountain town from bandits doesn’t change the order of exile against monsters throughout the kingdom. Given the boot as soon as the job is done, the crew discovers a blighted camp of orcs and goblin folk all under the same rule of banishment.Pinned against the border with no hope of mercy, the camp has little chance against hunger, raiders, and the dark otherworldly power hidden below the surface. With nowhere to run and no help in sight, the crew has to hold together tighter than ever—even if they have to open up about their pasts, share their dreams, and endure the horrors of warmth and friendship.
“Her head tilted up, showing a smile on her pretty face and a glimmer in her eyes. “See, now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Uh-huh.” The barkeep slid the two coins off the bar. He nodded at her hand. “And that one.”
“Wait, three gold for a rumor?”
“That’s my rate.”
“That’s highway robbery!”
“Times are hard on everyone. It’s three more gold to hear about the robbers on the highway.”
“We can afford it,” grumbled Scars. She could feel his muscles and chain mail looming close behind her. He stood with his back to hers, watching the door with a barely casual manner.
“Yeah, but how much of it?” she asked.
“They’ve usually got ten or twelve,” said Scars. “Half will be false, but that’s how it goes.”
“Hey, how would you know?” the barkeep shot back.
“I grew up in a place like this, but busier.” He nodded toward one corner. “The pig farmer over there has had enough already. Probably should’ve been cut off by now.”
“I don’t need you telling me my job. Having your kind here at all is bad for my business.” He seemed to regret it almost as soon as he said it, and not because of the tilt of the customer’s head or the glimpse of his tusks. “Sorry,” he said, quieter than before. “Nothing against orcs. Or half-orcs or…whatever. Just the way it is lately.”