CHAPTER 10

The world had become only freezing mud, and
red and black blood, and the screams of the
dying rising to the frigid sky.
Lysandra had learned these months that
battle was no orderly, neat thing. It was chaos
and pain and there were no grand, heroic
duels. Only the slashing of her claws and the
rip of her fangs; the clash of dented shields
and bloodied swords. Armor that had once
been distinguishable quickly turned gore-
splattered, and were it not for the dark of her
enemy’s colors, Lysandra wasn’t entirely
certain how she would have discerned ally