It is a stand-alone construct of the craft, lovingly built andmaintained by the gifted people you see at this table. “Don’t be a fool!” he shouted. Rafe and Tristan each took one. Her eyes immediately filledwith tears.
Turning back, he looked down the charred hillside and then to the ruby pin that Duvessa hadsecured to his armor. Traax pointed his dreggan toward the ground. “Xanthus,” he breathed. The sun hung directly overhead, warming thewarriors’ wings.
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