" What are you going to do?" she said. She looked truly stunned, as if she somehow hadn't expected to be caught. There was something in her eyes, thou...h, that told me she was waiting to be told what to do. Now, I'm no psychologist, but it was obvious to me that something about my looks or manner had turned a switch in her head, and she was as docile as a lamb, just waiting for my orders. Maybe I reminded her of someone from her past, like her father, who had dominated her. Who knows? All I knew. He's about fifteen minutes away from the clearing. From the activity in their village, I sense that something is going on." What do you see?" Fumar is positioning warriors in different strategic positions at the Neanderthal village." In other words, he's setting a trap." It looks that way."I took Hogat, Jonab and Nomat with me to greet our visitor. Soon the man came into view and approached us."It's Ganor. He is friendly towards us," whispered Nomat."Greetings from Fumar," stated Ganor, as he. But it had no substance. It couldn't hurt, but only distract and deceive. “Do not fear the shadows,” I shouted at Sven as I charged in, my armor rattling. I raised my ax, my war hammer held low. I swung hard at the figure. “They are not real!”Inky tendrils twisted into a lance and thrust from the figure. I didn't flinch before them, my ax slicing down to cut the shadowmancer hiding in her illusion in half. My skin tensed anyways. I knew it wasn't real and—The spike slammed into my armor. It. Like probably two-thirds of the people who rent those trucks, I had never driven a vehicle this big before, plus I was towing our car. I was pretty pleased with how smoothly I negotiated the corners getting out of our little subdivision, and when we were out on the Pennsy Turnpike I really felt like we had it made. We were right out there with the eighteen wheelers cruising on down the highway. I wasn’t too thrilled with the tolls however. They were steeper for a truck. Beth slept for an hour.