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Beside him, Borden drew his sword. He started forward.
He stopped. Gasped. He began to tremble, and Kardas saw his knuckles go white as he gripped his sword. His eyes stared, not at the water or the island, but at something in the darkness no one else could see.
From his other side, Doublin cursed softly. Kardas kept his eyes on Borden.
What is it? He nearly asked. What do you see?
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Chapter Twenty-Seven of Taerith has been posted. Read, comment :). The next (penultimate) chapter will go up on Wednesday the 19th; the final installment on Saturday the 22nd. Thanks for being with me on this ride :).
Taerith was standing near the edge of the pond. Overhead, a huge flock of birds raced toward the fens. This was no smooth migration: it was a roiling, terrified bid for life and liberty. They looked and sounded like creatures with winged wolves on their heels.
Taerith turned and faced Findal as the circus master approached. His blue eyes were sharp. “Tonight,” he said.
Findal started to protest. He turned in the direction the birds had flown, looking down the hill to a copse of trees.
It seemed to him that something was there. Something not human―a shadow waiting.
He blinked and looked again, but could see nothing.
He nodded. “Tonight.”
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Chapter Twenty-Six of Taerith is up! Come, read, comment.
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