I walked to the window while Jase finished dressing. It was a luxury neither of us was eager to leave behind. We had soaked miles of travel from our skin last night and again this morning. Our lodgings had afforded us a hot spring. The tattooed wing on his chest glistened in a soft fog. He pulled on his shirt, his skin still steaming against the brisk air. We had made good time, but between the trip to Marabella and now our trek back, we’d been gone from Tor’s Watch for over two months. I knew he was ready to be on his way too. “I think I took quite enough advantage this morning. “I can hold off on this if you’d like to take advantage of my vulnerable position?” He began to pull them on, spotted me watching, and paused. I soaked up the view as he crossed the room and snatched his trousers up from the floor. Jase walked through the door as naked as a peeled orange. Worse things than dying still lay ahead for me. I lay down on the floor, the chains jangling against the cobbles, and I curled tight, trying to ease the ache in my gut.

“You,” I said, my voice foreign to my ears, weak and brittle. I saw you chained in a prison cell … You were soaked in blood. I remembered her telling me about her dream. But the wound wept yellow, and my brow was feverish, the filth of the cell seeping in. I wasn’t dead yet, so I knew that the knife plunged into my belly had at least missed anything vital. Shouldn’t you do something? Was it a laugh I heard as the beam faded away? Or was it a quarterlord taunting me?

What have we here? It pointed at my belly now, my shirt stiff with dried blood. The narrow beam came only after long spells of darkness, maybe once a day? I wasn’t sure, and even then it didn’t stay for long, sneaking in like a curious onlooker. How long had I been here? Five days? A month? Eleven years? I called out to my mother and then I remembered. It should have been easy, but the warmth eluded me. There was no time for weeping after that, or explaining things like flying.Ī dusty beam of light wormed its way through the stone, and I leaned in, hoping to steal some warmth.

I was only five, but I remember looking down, watching the ground disappear, my grandfather weeping as he held me in his arms.Īfter the first star fell, six more followed. They want to know about the world Before.ĭid you fly, Greyson? In the sky like a bird? If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy.įor Dennis and the vows you made and kept Copyright infringement is against the law. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. To receive special offers, bonus content,Īnd info on new releases and other great reads,įor email updates on the author, click here.

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