Yasper closed one eye and stared critically at her. “What’s right about what we are?” he asked.
Ahead of them, a thin black shape reached up from the flat ground, a finger stretching to poke the empty dome of the heavens. It wiggled, like a worm struggling to pull itself from rain-softened mud.
“Rider!” Cnán called out to the others while Yasper stood in his saddle, shading his eyes. After peering through the heat haze for a moment, he sank back down into his saddle, and the slope of his shoulders told her everything.
“It’s Istvan,” he said bitterly.
As the Hungarian drew closer, she could confirm what the alchemist had noticed as well. The Hungarian was alone.
But what chilled her was the fact that he was in front of them.
Where had Graymane gone?
By NEAL STEPHENSON, GREG BEAR,MARK TEPPO, NICOLE GALLAND, ERIK BEAR,JOSEPH BRASSEY, COOPER MOO
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the authors
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