It floated to a place just above Faegan’s blanched face. Tall and tiger-muscled, he was youngerthan Tristan had expected the patrol’s leader might be. But five other warriors had seen his plight and took to the air. He couldn’t kill Xanthus, nor could he escape him.
Wigg nodded. It was amazing. “You must leave the Citadel at once to join Einar and Reznik at the Recluse,” the voices had goneon to say. “Please wait here,” he said.
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