Chapter FourDumb. Dumb. Dumb.
It was the only word for it. She struck her staff at the center of the cross before she had time to be sensible.
“Earth.” Solid beneath her feet.
“Air.” Cool night air.
“Fire.” In her lantern was all the light she had on this darkly overcast night.
“Water.” There was certainly water here, and she was wearing it. The night crossing was especially wet as she’d been unable to see and anticipate the waves crests.
“Spirit.” Some deep survival instinct finally kicked forth a memory she’d blocked or forgotten in the last hour. Choking on flame. She tried to leap aside, but her hesitation had taken a moment too long. Not dumb. Insane. With a brief cry, she plunged once more into the dark womb of the earth.
She landed with less of a jar than the first time, but
