Chapter eleven
Silent Brigga’s TearsGeya asserts, I don’t interfere, I help. This turn of the Gyre I figured out a way to make the prophecy come true. Now the Dawnmaid can be born. Do you see, Numen? I did it for the good of all the worlds.
The Numen makes a dismissive noise. For your own good, you mean. You and your sisters want more power in the human sphere.
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“What in the hell are you doing here?” Gwenn’s voice cut through the darkness.
She entered the barn, where her men had earlier dumped Arkady, laughing crudely as he landed face down in a pile of fresh horse s**t. In the hours since, he had managed to move himself to a sitting position and wipe his face with his sleeve. While the light lasted, he had hunted around the room for anything he could use to free himself, but c
