The Grave Thief: Book Three Of The Twilight Reign - Plot & Excerpts
After weeks of winter misery, the citizens needed no more encouragement than a little sun to fill the streets, however uneasy they were at the sight of unfamiliar uniforms. Mihn stood at his lord’s side on a raised stone platform in Bloodletters Square, on the southern edge of the city, watching the troops assemble in the crisp early-morning air. Only now did Mihn appreciate how sapping to the spirit the weeks of constant rain and gales had been. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders as he felt the morning sun on his skin. People filled the massive square, pressing against each other and against the buildings, to watch the army marching out of the city, and Mihn could see his own smile reflected on everyone’s face. The appearance of Tsatach’s eye appeared to have done more to diffuse tensions in the city than all of Chief Steward Lesarl’s efforts. Even the buildings themselves looked more cheerful as the sun lightened the grey stone and glittered on window-panes. ‘How much longer?’ growled Lord Isak.
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