EIRACHI
The Eirachi's grin was full and sharp-toothed, and she bared it all directly at Zariah. Whatever the reasons for Zariah's decision, she did not care - it wasn't about that. It was about completing the deal that Neron had once made, and as her hand closed around the boy's, the Merciless would feel it in the air, the release of some sort of invisible tension.
"Stay warm, Zariah Launceleyn." Such words were especially important when they came from the Eirachi, one might imagine, and a truly chilling breeze ripped across the Sea of Glass. When it settled, both the Deepfrost goddess and Jace were nowhere to be found.
"Stay warm, Zariah Launceleyn." Such words were especially important when they came from the Eirachi, one might imagine, and a truly chilling breeze ripped across the Sea of Glass. When it settled, both the Deepfrost goddess and Jace were nowhere to be found.
Hush, now...
