Chapter 52
- The heavy bearskin covering the cave entrance lifted, letting in a draft of icy air from Raven's Cry Gorge.
- Myriella did not flinch.
- She sat cross-legged on her makeshift bed of stiff hides, watching a tiny flame dance on the tip of her index finger. It was the only light in the stone chamber, but its warmth softly illuminated her pale face.