Page 127 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Twice

I almost slipped.

The drawbridge rocked

dangerously as I crossed it.

I was not unsteady on my feet,

but it was not often that anything

living crossed this bridge.

It was clearly built

as an afterthought.

The second time I stumbled,

I nearly slipped through the planks.

It was by sheer luck my fingers

grasped the rope and I pulled myself up.

I wanted to turn back then,

but instead, I looked up at the mountain walls

and saw the glisten of the blue quartz

shine down at me like sapphires.

‘Go on,’ they seemed to urge me.

‘You are so close, go on.’

So I steeled myself

and took the next step.

Then the next and the next, but then…