Chapter 18
RETRIEVING TAMERANE had been easy enough, Isandor considered.
Too easy, he feared.
He held the reins of the eagle while it flew over the rugged terrain, traversing occasional shards of cold mist. The other Knights were behind him, each on their birds.
Tamerane sat as a warm presence against his chest—pregnant with his child. He wanted to take her home, but he couldn’t go back home and leave the Aranian icefire weapons intact. Her long letter to him had confirmed what he already knew: that Aranians were experimenting with icefire, that they had devices that made it and they were trying to revive the old skills of making servitors and breeding dacons. He’d seen a dacon once, and had even flown on the back of one. They were creatures not meant to live peacefully on this world.
