"Well, here we are at last. Is this not cozy?"

Cozy was not the word Callm would have used to describe Wee Murdie's breath on his cheek right now. Although it could have been worse. He might have been Eck, being squashed between Shug's gross belly and the gleaming staircase wall.

"Kin you see onything?" Eck gasped.

Callm snagged a breath. From long experience of moments like this, he didn't want to answer. But Eck sounded as if he breathed his last, so was it any ...