Previous chapter:
Chapter 80: Ash Niclose [7]
Next chapter:
Chapter 82: Ash Niclose [5]
PREVIEW
... ge.
Not the kind of music carved in ritual or born from arcane rites.
Not the hollow chants of the old towers, or the warhorns that once followed him into fire.
This was string and reed and voice. A lute being tuned poorly.
Someone humming off-key.
Children shrieking laughter in rhythm with wooden spoons smacking pots.
The Festival had begun.
He stared at the wooden ceiling above him for a long time, listening to the sound of a village remi ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























