The Winged Assassin by Gwynn White & Erin St Pierre

Author:Gwynn White & Erin St Pierre [White, Gwynn & Pierre, Erin St]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 4xOverland
Published: 2019-06-17T06:00:00+00:00

Stasha’s red boots fought for grip, and her arms flailed to keep her from slipping as she lumbered through falling snow. Klaus, riding on Trystaen’s back, grabbed her arm to steady her. She gave him a quick grin, before pushing forward on the icy Topaz Run.

Her nose, fingers, and toes ached from the cold. They’d drop off at this rate. Shivering, she reached into her core to summon a flame to warm herself. Her fire magic snoozed in a watery embrace. Hey, she chided, some warmth would be good, or I might lose my fingers.

Her water magic yawned. We don’t do hand muffs. Haven’t you learned that already? No shields, no messages, and no hand muffs.

Klaus must have seen her scowl. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “If it wasn’t so cold, I’d call this place beautiful.” He pointed a chapped hand at the frozen waterfall that marked the Zephyr border with Atria. It glowed an unearthly blue.

“It won’t be long now before we reach it,” Trystaen said. Despite the horror he’d encountered in the catacombs, he was surprisingly chipper.

How many centuries had it taken him to find peace? She could barely think of Tarik without anger twisting her heart. Yet, somehow, this gentle, clever fae had overcome his fury to stand with his head held high. So had Eliezar. She glanced at Averin striding along the ice. Like her, he had a long way to go to be rid of his demons.

Boa was another fae whose anger burned unceasingly. It was enough to melt the world. Forgiveness didn’t seem like something Boa did, not even for her own sake. Maybe even not for the sake of her people.

Perhaps every fae kingdom was corrupt in its own way. Pyreack slaughtered and pillaged until there was nothing left and not a soul still breathing who could tell the stories.

Ocea’s keys were in the hands of a tyrant, and their princess was fueled by hate.

Atria… Her stomach soured. She’d seen Atria’s underbelly. It had even corrupted humans like the Martka and Kňazer.

Only time would tell what rot may have taken root in Zephyr.

“Help me take my mind off the cold,” Klaus called out. “Can someone tell me why this river is called the Topaz Run?”

Averin turned to smile at Klaus, then slowed to join her, Klaus, and Trystaen. Unlike her and the battalion, Averin and the other fae seemed to thrive in the cold. Each stride took him, Suren, and Eliezar a little further ahead than the rest of the group. Their grip on the ice never faltered. Trystaen probably only kept pace with her so she and Klaus could be together. “It’s named after the color of the water,” Averin said. “You’ll see it in spring, when the ice finally melts.”

Stasha bit the inside of her mouth. Would her training take long enough to see winter come and go?

Averin didn’t seem to notice her quiet contemplation. He pointed at the frozen blue waterfall. “That water comes from the mountains that ring Ilyseryph.

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