"Val shifted her all her weight onto
her left big toe, straining to reach upward with her right hand. Her chalky
fingers groped the slick shelf above her head, failing to gain purchase. The
muscle in her left calf quivered.
Val let out a soft curse,
withdrawing back down to rest her weight on a lower hold. As much as she hated
to admit it, fear fluttered in her abdomen. She risked a look down below her.
She had committed to free soloing this route—no ropes, no partner, no backup. A
fall here would not just be costly—it would be deadly."
. . .
The rest of the story is available here: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-angel
Yes, sorry, it is 99 cents; I was not able to make it free. If you have a spare .99, check it out! I want to dip my toe into adventure writing (maybe so that someday when I have worthwhile adventures I can write about them).
