Chapter 6 – WacławMaj draws ever nearer, but we’re no closer to answers. How long can we linger with the clans?
“ARE WE SURE DARIUSZ WILL KNOW?” ARA ASKED from atop her chestnut horse as she squinted into Dadźbóg’s early rays. Curled on the back of her riding pad, Sosna watched me with eager eyes. “I mean, if even a god doesn’t…”
“She’s right,” Narcyz said. “Hate to say it, Half-Chief, but relying on the high priest ain’t much of a plan. Not that we should be worried about Otylia when an immortal sorcerer and his Horde are coming to kill us.”
Ara rolled her eyes. “Otylia is our only chance to stop Marzanna’s Frostmarked. Dziewanna said so.”
“Because we should definitely listen to the goddess who got herself captured,” Narcyz muttered.
I grimaced, gripping my horse’s reins hard enough
