Quinn asked Rye skeptically. He hurried along with Rye and Folly toward a low-lying meadow not far from Wick Harbor. “I don’t know, Quinn. Did you and Folly put this on the sill?” Rye held up the black stone for him to see again. She had already explained how she’d found identical stones on Silve...
Rye sat at one end, staring at the food on her plate. It all looked delectable—the cheeses and grapes, the cinnamon twists and raisins—but Rye had no appetite. A fire crackled in the fireplace of the Great Hall. Thin slivers of light peeked through each of the hall’s windows. Malydia Longchance s...