She watched as he began rowing with powerful strokes, her vision having grown somewhat accustomed to the dark, rubbing her wrist as she did so, then turned and looked at the oar fastened to the gunwale.
“It is the Hour of a Thousand Paths, ferryman!” Valdus shouted as he and his men approached. “The hour in which anything is possible! Our killing of your brother is proof of that! Prepare to be boarded and to leave both the girl and this world behind. Long live the revolution!”
She peered into the night and could just make out his form amidst the boats, her handsome and dangerous former lover come to rescue her, her darkling Prince of the Revolution who in the end had not forgotten her. They were too close now; the ferryman—Dravidian—as skilled and powerful as he was, would never outrun t
