Rung by bolted rung, he descended the gullet of ice. Pembroke looked up towards the diminishing circle of sky. Even if he was to smash the elf’s fingers beneath his heel, there wasn’t enough space to transform and wink away. Past destinations blinked behind his eyes.
31.9522° N, 35.2332° E
Pembroke would have to wait.
6.3019° N, 10.7901° W
He would find a way to betray the elf as it had betrayed him.
48.8566° N, 2.3522° E
Without Commander Rudolf’s antler…
23.6345° N, 102.5528° W
The roving rendezvous point of the deer’s camp was lost.
43.4023° N, 45.7187° E
Scattered among the endless latitudes and longitudes.
38.4161° S, 63.6167° W
He’d burn through all his dust before marking enough trees to let them know he was seeking them out.
37.4467° N, 25.3289° E
He had found enough
