does not sing, she’d said a few times now,
shuddering as she did.
A far better place, Chaol thought as they
rode northward, skirting the edge of the Fangs
on their right, for Erawan to make his empire.
Hell, they might have given it to him if he’d
set up his fortress deep on the plain and kept
to it.
“We’re a day out from the Gap,” one of the
wild men—Kai—said to Chaol as they rode
through an unusually sunny morning. “We’ll
camp south of the Northern Fang tonight, and
tomorrow morning’s march will take us into
the Gap itself.”
There was another reason the wild men had
allied with them, beyond the territory they
stood to gain. Witches had hunted their kind
this spring—entire clans and camps left in
bloody ribbons. Many had been reduced to
cinders, and the few survivors had whispered
lily
(lily)
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