CHAPTER SIXTEEN
A hand suddenly fell on Beams’ shoulder, nearly making Beams jump into the air. But the hand which fell on his shoulder was firm and thick, reminding Beams of the hand of a man who had done construction all his life. He looked over his shoulder to see who it was.
The man standing behind Beams was someone he did not recognize. He was tall and powerfully built, with the physique of those old Greek statues Beams had once seen on a school field trip to the museum. His short, dark hair and bronze skin, however, made him look less Greek and more … well, Beams couldn’t place his race. He supposed it was irrelevant because the man standing behind him wore nothing but a simple loincloth around his waist and carried a huge, gold and crystal sword sheathed at his side.
The man had
