AT YESHE’S WORDS, Will felt a chill that the late afternoon sun creeping across the Tibet floor could not chase away. Marell, a cold-blooded murderer with frightening powers, was hunting the Dream Rider. Hunting him.
himThe words of the snake thing (Marell, he now knew) last night in Dream returned to him.
After all my searching, I have finally found you.
After all my searching, I have finally found you.He hadn’t understood those words at the time. He’d been more concerned with not becoming a snake snack. Now, they made sense—a frightening, gut-clenching sense.
Adi’s voice pulled him back to the moment. “Someone you all know?” she said, repeating Yeshe’s words. “Would you care to explain, William, how everyone happens to know about the Rider? Including a stranger off the streets?”
Som
