CHAPTER 42

Lorcan was given the last watch of the night,
which allowed him to witness the sunrise over
the now-distant horizon.
Would he ever see it again—Wendlyn,
Doranelle, any of that eastern land?
Perhaps not, considering what they sailed
to in the west, and the immortal army Maeve
had no doubt set on their heels. Perhaps they
were all doomed to limited sunrises.
The others roused, venturing onto the deck
to learn what the morning brought. Nothing,
he almost told them from where he stood by
the prow. Water and sun and a whole lot of