Chapter 30
The sheet of ice she had created reached all the way to the fallen rock. Maggie sprinted toward the village, grateful for her sturdy boots as she leapt onto the stone without stopping.
The ice hadn’t gone past the stone barrier. The water on the other side was still liquid, reflecting the fires that burned in the village. Half of the village had sunk and was nearly out of sight. A corner of it had caught on the rocks in the shallow water and clung hopelessly on. The other half of the village was still floating and shrouded in haze from the smoke trapped under what was left of the overhang.
People were shouting and fighting on the nearest dock, but others had fled to the few clusters of rock by the cliff wall. The shadows of the fighters danced in the firelight.
Bertrand was
