Queen Of The North (Book 3) (Songs Of The Scorpion) - Plot & Excerpts
Hunkered as deep as she could get within her hooded wolfskin cloak, Erryn sat her saddle wishing she were still warm and drunk in the Cracked Flagon. “What’re you on about?” she shouted back. Aedran angled his horse closer to hers and leaned in. “We’ll get through!” His blue eyes burned with irrational confidence. Crusted ice hung from the deep red stubble on his chin, and clods of snow dangled from the fur lining his hood. He looked like a bear risen from its den at the first hint of spring. Erryn nodded, too cold and weary to contend with the storm. She could not remember the last time she had been able to feel her fingers or toes, but her arse felt like frozen slabs of iron encased in the icy wool and leather of her trousers. The rest of her burned and tingled by turns from the constant touch of frost. She looked from Aedran to the trail cutting through gorge around them. At dawn, sheer rock walls on either side, hung with beards of ice, had reached high to embrace a pale blue sky.
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