retie it. How long these little delays could
keep them here, he didn’t know. Not
indefinitely.
“If we abandon these mountains,” Asterin
argued, “then we’ll be far more trackable in
the open lands. Both our enemies and the
Crochans will spot us before we ever find
them.”
“It’d be warmer,” Sorrel grumbled.
“Eyllwe would be a hell of a lot warmer.”
Apparently, even immortal witches with
steel in their veins could grow tired of the
leeching cold.
But to go so far south, into Eyllwe, when
they were still near enough to Morath ...
Manon seemed to consider that, too. Her eyes
dipped to his jacket. To the keys within, as if
she could sense their pulsing whisper, their
slide against his power. All that lay between
Erawan and his dominion over Erilea. To
lily
(lily)
#1