Chapter 28
TANDOR STOPPED in the darkness of a niche and pulled a cloak of icefire around him. He cast out his rays of power, and compared the picture that the rays brought back to him with the map he had memorised.
Getting into the palace was one thing, finding the entrance to the underground passages quite another. He’d been lucky so far that no one had come out of the birthing room to question him on his presence. Most of the Knights were at the Newlight festival; he’d planned it that way. But he could never plan for what he found in the catacombs. Right now, what he needed most was luck.
The trail of icefire led him into the darkness of the corridor. Here, the walls were ancient and bleak grey, spotted with age and rust. The icefire trail oozed from an ink-black hole at the end of t
