"Your name is nice." As a weapon.
Valthorn's voice was like soft dirt in the echoing cave. He watched me with silver-flecked eyes, capturing every detail of my shake when I saw the name on the page. *Aeliana*
Was right. The baptism took place. A mother I didn't know named me after her daughter she wanted me to be. A moniker that separated me from *Aerys*, Blackclaws, and everything else.
One horn and cry increased the conflict sounds from above. Plans were made by Stormwatch. Ironwood fought. While Caelan fought my brother, I was in a cave with the enemy.
Lyra's knife was still on Valthorn. We must depart. The signal—
Valthorn said, "Will wait," staring at me. Your captain is valiant for defending a lost cause. The Blackclaws strengthened the Crag's front. His evil plan won't work. On
