And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his...

He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. “Roxanne knows it,” he said. “She’ll tell it to you. Just go to her and… and tell her I’ve had to go away....

You’d like him back, too, wouldn’t you?”It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid’s face. “He’ll never come back,” she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn’t have the strength to...