Chapter 11 · free to read
The spirit's mercy lasted about as long as it took to run out of its house.
It came out of the glacier behind them and it did not want them at all. It wanted the valley, and everything living in it.
Two men falling in love in a snowstorm is a private thing. Two men who woke a winter owe the debt to everybody downhill.
The town had walls. It also had an army in it already, and the banners were not the capital's alone.
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