Category: Caves of Night

Extracts from The Caves of Night

Keeping our heads

Cynthia said quietly: ‘Henry?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘What chance have we?’ ‘Very good, provided we keep our heads.’ ‘You shouldn’t lie to me.’ He lifted his head to look at her; the light from his lamp dazzled...

The touch of a stranger

While they were scrambling up towards the hole, Henry turned his headlamp, for the last time, on the cave which they were abandoning. The water level was very close to where they stood. Its steady,...

Pressing onwards

At last, Cynthia halted, resting her left side against the inward arch of the rock. Conscious of the added pull on the rope, Albrecht turned around and flashed the torch on her. She did not...