Freezing terror filled her midsection—some for her, some for Sheemie. Thorin urged her forward, bobbing his head and grinning, one of his knuckle-choked hands pressed against the small of her back, and Roland felt an instant of poisonous jealousy. She was passing her hands back and forth above it and muttering rapidly under her breath, but the ball remained dark. Susan lifted her own hand in return.
Cordelia touched the match to the dry leaves. Jonas nudged his horse in between them. ”“Susan can help us. ”Jake looked and saw that Eddie was right: inside the gate’s purple upright were flocks of birds no bigger than summer minges.
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