CHAPTER 56

The three High Witches had come alone.
It didn’t stop the Crochans from rallying,
brooms swiftly airborne—a few of them
trembling with what could only be
recognition.
Manon’s grip on Wind-Cleaver tightened
at the slight tremor in her hand as the three
witches landed at the edge of Glennis’s fire,
their wyverns crushing tents beneath them.
Asterin and Sorrel were instantly beside
her, her Second’s murmur swallowed by the
crack of breaking tents. “The Shadows are
airborne, but they signaled no sign of another