When MacRieve leapt once, then directly again, she gaped down. Then came a minefield of those huge ceiba trees exploding up from the rupturing ground, their roots shooting out like grasping arms. MacRieve ducked and sidestepped while they crashed all around them. The rest of her body was numb.Īs he sprinted down the cobbled path, the totems flanking it began to topple, giant dominoes collapsing. With his every step, pain spiked through one spot in her neck. He'd yelled, "Oh, fook this!" snatched up her gear, and then he'd taken off running. In and out of consciousness, Lucia dimly perceived that MacRieve had her in a fireman's hold, spread over his shoulder, hanging upside down. Which left him with two choices: hole up in one of the temples, trying to shelter her body from the impact, or run for it with her, leaving her completely unprotected. About to be bombarded with water, boulders, and four-ton anacondas. With no mortar, they'd crumble like a sand castle. The levees were self-destructing! Walls were collapsing, water shooting through. Once he reached the tomb entrance, he could barely see - stone dust filled the air.
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