Red Seas Under Red Skies: The Gentleman Bastard Sequence, Book Two (Gentleman Bastards 2)
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The chamber was a rough brick cube about eight feet on a side. It was completely dark, and an arid sauna heat was radiating from the walls, which were too hot to touch for more than a few seconds. Locke and Jean had been sweltering inside it for only the gods knew how long - probably hours.
‘Agh.’ Locke’s voice was cracked. He and Jean were seated back to back in the blackness, leaning against one another for support, with their folded coats beneath them. Locke beat his heels against the stones of the floor, not for the first time.
‘Gods damn it!’ Locke yelled. ‘Let us out. You’ve made your point!’
‘What point,’ rasped Jean, ‘could that possibly be?’
‘I don’t know.’ Locke coughed. ‘I don’t care. Whatever it is, they’ve damn well made it, don’t you think?’