Chapter 21Markle glared at his captives. They were tied with invisible flows of air—a trick he was thankful to have thought of. He never would have been able to use rope. With his voice gone, he couldn’t instruct the villagers to do it in his stead. So, this sufficed.
The fire still roared behind him, its green embers shifting and swirling from the light breeze. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, but their wet particles didn’t extinguish the flames.
Suddenly there was an ear-piercing scream, then Sabriea appeared inside the fire. She stumbled out of it, unharmed.
Frye! Markle thought in panic. If she was here, where was Frye?
He turned to her and struck out with his music. He wrapped her in similar bonds of air and lifted her to her fellows. She didn’t struggle, only stared at him
