CHAPTER 7
“Son of a b***h,” Wyndingo said with a harsh breath as they all stood above the gaping hole in the earth. The fissure had to be at least ten feet wide and fifty yards long.
“This can’t be good,” Illan said.
“Actually, once I check a few things, this could actually be the best thing that could have happened,” Clint replied, as he moved closer to the edge and knelt, then scooped up a handful of soil.
Illan threw his arms out to his sides, and growled, “How could this possibly be good?”
Clint looked up at the dragon and scowled, then stood, and faced the group. “If my calculations are correct, and they usually are, actually… I can’t ever remember a time when my calculations were off. Hmmm,” Clint said, then looked up thoughtfully as if thinking hard.
“Hello, earth to Clint,” T
