White Hawk~
Gaven Buchanan
Twelvestones
Solid ground formed beneath his feet again. The black wind tossed him into a chamber like the one they left, but ten times its size.
“It worked.” Jenna cried when she saw him. The wide-eyed waifs stood clutching her skirt.
“What the hell was th-that?” He stumbled toward them, sputtering.
“The Firstborn call them swift gates.”
“They—what? How?” Gaven squinted into the darkness that spit him out. The fissure began to close as clay walls turned solid again.
“I don’t know exactly,” said Jenna. “Swift gates only open for nenes. But they don’t truly understand them either. They found them long ago and learned to use them.”
Gaven regarded the girls. “They aren’t fair-haired. They’re nene?”
“Of a sort. Enough to open the gates.”
“So how did I get
