steam from flowing toward the army. As he
cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then
Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him
up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire
burned.
Rowan’s head pounded, his mouth going
dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang
filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters
quieting.
Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into
eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too.
Tracking the waters down and down and
down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the
earth.
lily
(lily)
#1