THE SORCERER'S OATH SERIES
The Sorcerer's Oath Series Book 3: The Lost Forest
The raging wind threw sharp snowflakes into their eyes and faces. Visibility was reduced to a few feet and although it was almost noon, the day was as dark as dawn. And in the swirling stinging whiteness, stumbling through knee-deep snow, some fell and lost their hold. By the time the travellers reached the relative shelter of the forest edge, the gale was lashing the tops of the pine trees, bending them almost horizontal. The roar of the wind through the pines was deafening. The branches above the woodfolk provided scant cover and only standing in the lee of the trees reduced the force of the icy wind.
But when the woodfolk and sorcerers, frozen and wet, took stock, they realised that nearly a quarter of thei
