Chapter 27 : Wheel of Torment
Raquel’s POV
“I don’t know if I feel comfortable picking out a challenge through the Wheel of Torment.” Each wedge on the old and battle-scarred wooden wheel sounded like a horrible mistake and a surefire way to test the limits of my current human body. As a doxy, even half, I might survive the awfulness of the wheel but it was pushing it. Some of the delightful options were:
A five-mile-long race through the Spires with no shoes against one of their acrobats. In below-freezing temperatures? Wasn’t that enough to kill a human?
A fire-swallowing competition with the lithe blue-haired woman that sounded like it might end in cooked insides.
I could have the Great Gao throw all manner of knives at me blindfolded. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t with his feet.