Chapter 5
Glossy winter sunshine sparkled across the water and reflected its gentle rhythms onto the motionless body of my friend.
Far too terrified to move a single muscle, I watched in horror as Tim and Bane waded too slowly across the thigh-deep river to where Dallmin was wedged against some rocks by the force of the current. His head was well above the waterline, but his eyes were closed and his dark skin looked sickly pale. I’d seen Dallmin die numerous times before, and in far more gruesome ways, but he’d never looked so … defeated. In desperation I tried to feel for the echoes of life around me, searching for some sense of him, only this was not the same river that had sung me to sleep all my life. We were too far east. There was no way of feeling whether or not he was still here.
