His back to the prince, Xanthus sat in the early-morning light. Then they heard a harsh slap. More than one quarter of my men are dead, and severaldozen more are wounded. With every step the being’s horse took, the surrounding grass and wildflowers withered and died.
He was breathless and his heart was pounding to beat the cars when he reached the top of the fourth flight of stairs. Looking toward the distant mountain range, Xanthus’ heart fell. Redoubling her efforts, she winged her way toward it for all she was worth. “But sir…!” Jannicus protested.
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