“His name was Bryce Maclang,” Diken Graye had said. And those words filled me with both elation and relief. My brother was alive! It seemed to me impossible that Graye could be lying outright, for he had mentioned a false right hand, and only I recalled the revolver that had blown up in Bryce’s grip just before we were sucked through the sphere gate to Talera. Even if someone had heard the name Bryce Maclang and urged Diken Graye to use it, that person could not have known of my brother’s hand without seeing him.
No! Bryce had to be alive. And this was the first clue I’d had of him.
Yet, mixed with my happiness was a darker emotion. If all that Graye had said was true, Bryce was working with those who had made themselves my enemies, and the enemies of people I cared about. There was no r
