Then flying undain flapped through the tatters of Hellen's fog. They were ugly, ungainly creatures, their movements clumsy and halting, something like the Bone Harvester she'd seen in Angere. It seemed incredible the creatures could fly at all. Their bones were visible through their tattered flesh, as if the person creating them hadn't bothered to complete their work. Each bore three or four attackers on their backs, ferrying them to the walls.
Fer had destroyed one of these sorcerous creatures, unleashing her secret magic to break it apart. Cait wished she could do the same, but she had no idea how. She tried to hit the creatures with ice, to freeze their joints from the inside as she'd done in Angere. At the same moment the riders' arrows and spears hit, pinging and skittering off the u
