The high, wild cry of a falcon filled the air.
Where was the prince?
At all costs, the bottle must not be broken.
Any sane man would stay inside. But they weren’t sane, they were desperate.
Plague had entered willingly, the breath fresh from a young child, until all the bottles had been filled but for the blue. This had been reserved for Bridon of the Blue Stone.
She would take the prince, Mirella resolved, and protect him with her very life.
He struggled to his feet without the use of his hands. they’d been stomped on. He’d been left to starve in the small, squalid cell.
I sense a mother’s concern and a secret that must be kept.
Given a choice, Elymas would have welcomed the woman with the boar’s head.
His flesh was splitting and blood was dripping down.