CHAPTER SIXTEEN
But wait I had to as the miles of road rolled on. I watched the shadows lengthen over the boulders and stocky trees that surrounded us. The road led upward and plateaued over the peak where Thorn rapped his knuckle against the roof of the carriage.
The vehicle slowed and he smiled at me. “Do you care to see the view of the Sano District from the peaks of the Durum Mountains?”
“Sounds like a treat.”
He opened the door and climbed out. I followed and accepted his offered hand. It was a good thing, too, because I was distracted by the sight.
A vast valley of fields stretched out in front of us as far as the eye could see. Fields of emerald, gold, white, and even blue colors sparkled in the coming twilight. They came in all shapes and sizes, from the typical rectang
