
Aloy tightened her grip on the side of the hoodoo and narrowed her eyes at her target: a narrow handhold on an adjacent butte about three metres away… and countless metres down to the ground, if she lost her footing.
She’d launched herself across so many bottomless crevices by now that she’d have thought the leap would lose its thrill. But really, would she ever get used to that soaring feeling, the weightless jolt in the belly during that split second when she was suspended mid-jump, with nothing around her but air and possibility?
Possible danger. Possible death. Possible discovery.
Aloy bit her lip and drew a deep and determined breath.
“Okay, here we go.”















