This defied all scientific and medical explanation.
'Is the explanation theological then?'
"Boss, you're a real man! We'll buy you a drink when you get back!" Yves's hearty laughter came through the radio waves, mixed with the faint roar of the wind in the background. It served as a rugged end to the thrilling ordeal.
The call ended.
Feng Mountain tossed the walkie-talkie to Liu Lan and cupped his hands over the fire.
The flames affectionately licked at his fingertips, red from the cold. Warmth crept up his veins, but it was nothing compared to the intense heat spreading through his heart.
"Khilla," Nash said, his voice low and hoarse as he held out a crude earthenware bowl.
The rim of the bowl was lined with white, congealed beef fat, and steam carrying a rich, meaty aroma wafted into his face.
He offered the bubbling broth to Feng Mountain, his movements as pious as those of a zealot.
