Thirty-Three
“Where are we going?” Dak asked. The surrounding mountains were a comfort to the northern soldier, but not knowing their destination made him anxious. “Back to the beginning,” Jaron said, watching Ivy dive and maneuver in the air. Her carefree nature was the best measurement of their safety. They were deep in the mountain range that formed three of Gilead’s borders. Jaron wasn’t sure where the cave was, but trusted Gambler to lead him. The mountain canyons formed a narrow maze of trails and passages, filled with bottlenecks: good places for ambushes. The sound of their horses’ hoofs echoed down the canyon walls. Stranger than the echo of their footsteps were the sounds of Ivy’s chirps, whistles and even her wing beats as they bounced off the canyon walls and gained strength even as they
- Escritor
