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384 pages, Paperback
First published December 30, 2014
On the other side, the ridge fell away, revealing more forest. Only there was an unmistakable difference to this woodland. The silence was not as it had been. Everything listened. Each blade of grass, every bird, all the trees-they were aware.
Aiyana lifted her hands and began to chant. If her speech sounded musical before, this was wondrous. Hyam was left breathless from the simple spectacle. Her words flowed together into a single long utterance. He thought he could probably have dissected it and drawn out the individual words. And as she stopped speaking, he realized that for the first time since leaving his field, he was joined again with the forest and the earth. By the simple act of listening.
There was no time for worry nor logic. He knew with gut-wrenching certainty what he had to do. Hyam raced to the shed, over the earth that now compressed eight warriors and their steeds. He hefted his bow and strung it in one fluid motion. He plucked an arrow from his quiver, lifted the bow, and drew it to his chin, aiming it at the point where the knight had vanished among the trees. He released the arrow and yelled in three Milantian words, "Fly! Find! Kill!"