Do you understand? I don’t want you to do a thing if you don’t understand it.
—Kristin Cashore
When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.
Through an arrow loop in the wall she saw a familiar horse and rider tearing across the camp toward the healing rooms. Brigan pulled up at Nash’s feet and dropped from the saddle. The two...
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