It was like trying to advance against an invisible army. I would get to within feet of the gaping maw, and then be forced to retreat when my heart would start racing out of control, and my breath would clog in my throat.
Finally, however, I put a foot over the threshold and took the first step down. The difference in temperature was shocking, probably a good twenty degrees cooler than above ground, and now I shivered from the cold as well as from anxiety.
I could hear the shouts, and I followed the sounds down the passageway the men had worked so hard at shoring up. Torches had been set along the wall, casting fitful light to illuminate the way.
And then I was in what I discovered was the first of the five rooms that belonged to the Boy King.
Piles of dust covered the floor, starting t
