They saw wild pigs running near the lake, and a soaring osprey. The mountains drew closer. Papyrus grew beside the water. Pelicans made their geometric, card-trick pterodactyl dives.
“Do we have a decent map?” Lucas asked.
“Just this,” said Sonia. She handed him the rental car company’s map. It was not very detailed.
“This is the kind of map that killed Bishop Pike,” Lucas said.
“The one for us,” said Sonia.
—Robert Stone, Damascus Gate