You might as well get comfortable, Thigpen told them, looking somewhat relieved. Overhead, night rolled in. He had picked up the fugitives' trail by being vigilant and patient. Riane looked at Giyan, tall, slim, beautiful, golden, radiant, save for the blackened crusts of the sorcerouschrysalides that covered her hands and forearms.
Sornnn jumped out, his pilot-captain, similarly armed, just behind him. Was Nith Sahordead? Is that why his greatcoat was inoperative? She prayed to Miina there was another explanation. She reached out for her child,but could feel nothing through the inconstant electrical jolts delivered by the chrysalides. The words stuck in Riane's throat.
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