Troll Mountain: The Complete Novel

Chapter 27

With the ruined hulk of Troll Mountain towering above him — half as tall as it used to be — Raf hurried down the lower dragging path to the rocky dam at the mountain’s base.

There he placed the last green barrel of firepowder halfway up the dam’s face and lit the fuse.

Moments later, after he had scurried off the ungainly pile of boulders, a great explosion sprayed out from the face of the dam. Rocky chunks went flying outward and then—

— an immense body of water surged through the newly created hole in the dam, rushing through it with awesome force, breaking down the rest of the ugly structure with ease before flowing in a mighty wave down the dry muddy waterway that led out of the Black Mountains.

Raf smiled grimly.

The river had been reborn.