His eyes rol ed as if they were going to drop out. Both the wizardsdisliked highlanders, Tristan knew. As the sconce angled downward, an oaken wall panelslid open. Rather than red dust, it carried giant snowflakes the size of his hand.
The town executioner, dressed all in black, sat there looking over some papers. ”Shaking her head, Shailiha laughed quickly down her nose. “Hedeserves to die for more reasons than I can count. Then Duvessa fell to the deck.
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