5. The First Frosts of Winter
AndarHellen Meggenwar gazed west over the waters of the An. Curtains of mist hung above the sparkling waters. There would be no visions of gleaming towers and spires today. Still, she didn't need to see the White City to know the undain were there. She could feel them. Or rather, feel where they weren't. Living beings danced like lights to her inner eye, but the undain were the opposite. An absence. A blotting-out. Unseen clouds in the night sky that covered the stars.
Sound travelled farther over water. The splash of a leaping fish or the call of a bird in the mist sounded near at hand. Perhaps it was the same with the inner eye. Beyond the ravenous minds of the river serpents, over the wide waters, that great wrongness was clear. It had the same feeling as
