Chapter seven
Dunmoon + Zephur + ProxHana and Fyn are together, before Geya’s mirror.
The tall, blond Amaranthine sighs. Lut and I have pursued many Angellus, but always we come too late to prevent their devastation. I left him on the sixteenth pellicle, to watch over the remaining Uri’el. The Angellus have already destroyed the rest of the astaren[16] there.
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Huw Adaryi sat in Jakob Brunner’s tiny parlor, staring into the blaze in the fireplace and thinking about the events of the last day. Bleak despair lurked just on the edge of his consciousness — he could feel it treading on soft paws, following him everywhere he went. Despair at Elsa and Jakob’s horrible deaths at the hands of the Gruagá, and despair at his and Katkin’s situation. Soon, he feared, he would have to give way
