The Spellsong War: The Second Book Of The Spellsong Cycle - Plot & Excerpts
Lord, she wanted a bath—as much to get rid of the itching from the fine red dust as anything. The damping effect of light rain of the night before had barely lasted until midmorning, and it had taken them that long to retrace their way back from the camp Jecks and Hanfor had established to the main road to Stromwer. By then, the sun, clear skies, heat, and hoofs had combined to raise the red dust once more. She still wore the breastplate, and sweat collected under that, mixing with dust. The chest scar from the crossbow, though healed, itched even more than her ann. They’d ended up waiting another day more than she had hoped for, but that had brought the end to her double vision—most of the time. Sometimes, her vision would still split, almost as if to warn her that she skirted on the edge. Great! You can use your spells to kill—if they’re worded right—but you can’t use them to persuade. Her lips tightened, and she forced herself to relax. “You can’t change what is,”
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