Chapter 332

• But he didn't fit into any of those categories. He was unmarked, special. For better or worse, that at least meant he didn't have to worry about dying horribly at the moment, especially with Jes and Dao protecting him. Which meant he got to look around and admire how freaking awesome some of the environment was. Every so often, the path through the mountains revealed a random statue, and Jes and Dao insisted it hadn't been carved. Hell had grown it.
• One of the statues gave him pause, one that was crouching in a ready-to-pounce position in the nook of a ravine wall.
• "Holy shit," he said, "what is that?"