She tossed aside the useless bow and ran as if her life depended on it. The screeching call of a hunter told her that it did. She slid down the banks and into the stream. Her only chance was to confuse her scent until she could get to the river. If she could swim across the Ar—and that was a big ...
“The Ninth Ward!” Salick said. Garet’s gaze followed her pointing finger. One of the Ward gates in the barrier separating the plaza from the city proper was closing. It was the gate nearest the river wall and not far from where Garet and Salick sat in the gardens. Salick l...
