The King Under the Mountain chapter 4 Chapter Four Manhunters! RLA Santori & Newland Parris No words passed between them, neither from Richard nor the foul sage who watched him with covered eyes. No words passed, but a conversation was had. As surely as though he had been told, Richard knew that this cult of man-things, this herd of pig-men would one by one capture or kill every survivor of the Lidwina, and there was nothing that he nor any other man could do to stop them. This was their world, their island, and what a different realm it was from the distant shores of San Francisco. Craig Franklin, his nose gone, his face a ruin, pulled his limbs from the tree, nails ripping holes through his palms. He lurched into uprightness and swept his ma
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