The high, wild cry of a falcon filled the air.
Of course, gossip had to speak last. It was her nature.
“I’m Anger,” said the Red Bottle. “I was eaten by wolves and that’s all I have to say about my past.”
The Red Bottle, brilliant as a ruby at sunrise, held a spirit of murderous rage.
At all costs, the bottle must not be broken.
“Do you know of a tavern called The Fish Belly?” Oren’s voice was mild.
The team reared and suddenly the wagon was careening wildly, dangerously, down the street.
Oren could tell that the boy was frightened, yet he turned at the sound of his voice. “Help me!” he rasped.
She couldn’t be the Red Witch. Rizla was one of the most important players in the Dark One’s world. She had more power than a queen.
Elymas had sent the poison in a silver chalice on a silver tray.