they had not the faintest inkling. To search
Morath or any of his other outposts would be
suicide.
So they’d set aside their hunt, after weeks
of fruitless searching, in favor of finding the
Crochans. The king had protested initially, but
yielded. His allies and friends in the North
needed as many warriors as they could
muster. Finding the Crochans ... Manon
wouldn’t break her promise.
She might be the disowned Heir of the
Blackbeak Clan, might now command only a
dozen witches, but she could still hold true to
her word.
So she’d find the Crochans. Convince them
to fly into battle with the Thirteen. With her.
Their last living Crochan Queen.
Even if it led them all straight into the
Darkness’s embrace.
The sun arched higher, its light off the
lily
(lily)
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