Discoveries
One morning Leachim took Irenya by the arm and led her along an unfamiliar passage.
‘Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the mirror.’
‘I am taking you to the library, to someone who may be able to help you understand your predicament. Elaaron possesses a collection of ancient texts, which is fortunate considering how much of our written history was lost in the fires at Holdfast.’
Irenya pulled up sharp, her passing curiosity about the fires at Holdfast overtaken by the name Elaaron. ‘Him!’
Leachim slowed his step and turned to her. ‘Would you consult with him if he could help?’
Irenya looked at the floor. How would she manage being in the same room as that loathsome man without clawing at his face. In truth, she’d do a Faustian deal if it meant she could go home, bu
