Hand Of The Hunter: Chosen Of Nendawen, Book II (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
Heavy clouds, thick with rain, hung low in the sky. With evening coming on, the light growing grayer by the moment, the woods across the lake were impenetrable gloom. When she and Ashiin had returned to the Feywild, the cool had been most welcome, and they had both bathed in the falls, washing away the blood and dirt. The shock had felt good. Welcome. After the warmth of where they’d been, she’d even welcomed the shivering. But, hours later, she was still shivering. After coming back, after what they’d done, she’d had to seek a high place. She’d grown up in a fortress on the edge of the mountains. Her bedroom window overlooked a garden, but beyond the garden wall she’d been able to see to the horizon, and she had spent many nights watching the moon rise over the snowfields. She’d grown used to the confines of the Feywild woods, but she couldn’t bring herself to love them. To clear her head, she needed to see distance. Gleed’s tower was a poor substitute, but it was the best she had.
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