“Granted,” Xanthus answered. He looked at Tristan. The Darkling smiled. “Forgive me, Your Grace!” he exclaimed.
It soonbecame so clear that she found it difficult to believe she wasn’t part of it all. On the street there was nothing but the ordinary Saturday afternoon crowd. Axel and Valgard simply had to warn the fleet before the monsters and the giant wavethat birthed them could reach the Black Ships. It was dark.
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