Chapter 25 The Black Sun Rises

• The silence of the Frost-Hollow was worse than the screaming of the blizzard.
• Anna sat in the soot-stained ruins of the geothermic camp, her fingers tracing the silver, jagged mark on her throat. It wasn't a standard wolf-bite; it was a permanent cold-burn from the man who had promised to kneeling only to her.
• "He didn't know you, Anna," Soren said, stepping over a scorched timber. He held a cup of steaming lichen broth, but Anna didn't reach for it. Her eyes remained fixed on the spot where the black-ice sword had nearly taken her life.