She had let anger and fear cloud her judgement. She was no different from the men in G’shídrian’s horror stories, the ones who used and abused animals for their own gains.
Only once they were clear of the city proper did it register with Roxanne that the skies were eerily empty. No bats. No birds. Pesky hadn’t been the only casualty of her blind anger tonight.
I killed my friends, Roxanne realized as the black sky gave way to a cold gray dawn. I’m the worst monster of them all.
CHAPTER ELEVENDaybreak painted a bleak picture across the hills east of Qersyon. Trails of refugees limped out of the city, scattered in disarray.
Fletcher’s caravan was returning to Elvinthrane. With Stonestryker gone, it was the only thing they could do.
“What will this mean for the Smarlands?” he whispered t
