Chapter 26
THE EAGLE stretched out its feet, flapped huge brown and white wings and landed on the snow-covered hillside.
Isandor unlooped his arms to release Jevaithi. She slid from the saddle into the snow, stretching her arms and stamping life into her legs. He unclipped his harness and followed her down, drinking in the silence after the roar of wind in his ears for so long.
The surrounding landscape bathed in soft pastel tones: pale blues of pristine snow, the golden light of the sun low above the horizon, and pink and orange hues of the sky.
Isandor squinted into the sunlight. The mountains rose at his back, and long shadows cast the valleys between the foothills in blue shadow. The City of Glass was well out of sight, almost a day’s flying distance away, but he felt its constant
