The Path Of Flames (Chronicles Of The Black Gate Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The demon had rotted away before their eyes, shrinking and diminishing until only a putrid mountain goat’s skeleton was left. Kethe hadn’t spoken a word since awakening, and Asho couldn’t help but cast worried looks her way every few moments, although he received no acknowledgment in return. It was as if she were walking in a dream, her brow furrowed in thought, her eyes never lifting from the forest floor. Mæva had excused herself, explaining that she wasn’t interested in being pilloried by the Hrethings. Despite Ser Wyland’s protestations of protection, she laughed, blew him a kiss, then disappeared back into the forest. Ser Wyland had blushed and muttered something ungracious beneath his breath. Shadows were lengthening and the high peaks were catching the last of the setting sun’s rays, causing the ice that clung to the cliff faces to glimmer and glint with a crimson light. Down in the valley the wind had taken on a cruel chill, such that when they finally sighted the hunched and cluttered roofs of Hrething they all breathed a sigh of relief.
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