![]() He should have been seeking his brother in the Forbidding, hunting for him there and bringing him out again in spite of the odds. ![]() Or simply because she was Grianne and she had never been predictable.ĭoubt: that he was doing the right thing in making this journey into the back of beyond because of a hope that had so little chance of succeeding. ![]() Or because she was alive but could not be persuaded to leave the sanctuary in which she had placed herself, unwilling to risk a confrontation of the sort he was proposing. He knew their names.įear: that he might not be able to find Grianne Ohmsford and bring her back to face the Straken Lord because she was dead. He could not send them back to the empty places where they sometimes went, though increasingly less so these days. Better to face his demons standing up, prepared to fight them off and hold them at bay. Better to stay awake where he could try to do something to control his thoughts, as dark as they were. But sleep did not come easily these days, and when it did come it was haunted and left him wracked with a deep sense of unease. It was well after midnight, and he should have been sleeping with the others. They were anchored for the night, the airship nestled in a copse of fir and hemlock, the sway of the ship in the soft breezes barely noticeable. Railing Ohmsford stood alone at the bow of the Quickening and looked out at the starlit darkness.
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