Chapter 52Soaked through with blood and rain, Kallan heaved deeply with rage. Numbed to the weight of the sword in her hand, she stood in the rain as hate surged through her. Ignoring Bergen and Roald, she stumbled over the sleeping and the dead to Rune's side. To her knees, she fell, deadened to the pain pulsing through her.
Each movement sent a voiceless scream tearing through her as Kallan examined Rune. His body had already begun to grow cold. The Seidr had long left him. A spell could not bring him back any more than a Seidr-infused apple from the gods could.
Desperate to deny what she already knew, Kallan looked wildly about from Rune's feet to his face. Desperate for a solution to jump up and save him, but nothing came. The rains only fell.
Hot tears streaked her face as she fell
