"HERE IT IS." Dementa handed Israfel a map of the Bonelands a bit into the morning of the next day.
Before her camp of Deathlies could wake up, the Junker queen had eased herself off from the tangle of Rafel and the girls, so that when the first of her lieutenants was pulling the flap of her tent to dip in, she was just about dressed regally in her merchant silk, white as magnolia sprig.
Presently, outside, Rafel could hear the revving of carriage engines and motor tricycles as the NURs prepared to thunder out for another hot day of roaming the Badlands for unsuspecting travelers. The sun was high, and in the distance the dunes were just beginning to vanish in the heat. In just an hour, the cold of the night had vaporized.
The entire terrain of Helladeep was lit in golden and brown color.
Brrruuuummmmm!
