5/12/2023 0 Comments Raven's Shadow by Patricia Briggs![]() ![]() Tier had waited eagerly for one of them to attack him, to ambush him if they could. He was a valuable horse, though in the first few weeks of Tier's journey the avarice in the eyes of the ragged men in the areas torn by years of war had as much to do with hunger as gold. A warhorse bred and trained to carry a nobleman, Skew had carried Tier, a baker's son, through two battles, six skirmishes, and, by rough reckoning, almost a thousand miles of trail. He'd scavenged both the horse and sword from men he'd killed: the sword in his first year of war, the horse earlier this year when his own mount had been killed beneath him. The horse, like the sword Tier carried, was of far better quality than his clothing. His horse snorted at him in reply, or more likely at a bothersome drop of rain, and continued its steady progress down the trail. ![]() "That's smoke ahead, not just mist - we'll find a nice village inn where we can warm up." ![]()
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