Chapter Eleven
Strangers In a Strange Land
How long have we been wandering this place?
Iarion shook his head and focused on continuing his forward momentum as he floated through the Void. Golhura padded beside him on empty air. The wildcat’s head hung low with exhaustion, but her tufted ears were still alert.
Every muscle in Iarion’s body ached. Even though movement required little effort, his nerves had been strung to the breaking point for only the Quenya knew how long. The shadows they had encountered near the remains of Saviadro’s spirit palace were not the only ones of their kind. He and Golhura had been forced to fend off other attacks during their journey—attacks that came without warning. The creatures were soundless unless they chose to speak, and blended in easily with the en
