Riane followed Othnam and Mehmmer as they hurried from the Ghor encampment, threading their waycarefully through the jumble of narrow streets. She laid her head back in the crook of his shoulder. His lying is a curse, part of his punishment. For solstice was upon her, and that meant Riane hadfailed and, failing, was doubtless dead.
She brushed Eleana's hair out ofher eyes, wiped the rain off her face. I won't hear of it. An instant later, black fire spewed out. But your brother—er, Terrettt—doesnot like to take his medicine.
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