"Very well."
King Laggarma said hoarsely. Silver flecks swirled in his eyes, a hypnotic light that snared Icelin and wouldn't let go.
"I'll go with you to the dark places, as bloods. Only you. I hope neither of us gets lost."
Chang Chang opened her mouth to reply, but an icy gust of wind cut off the words, filling her mouth and making her chest ache. The world fell away, and she was flying, soaring high above dozens of mountain peaks. In and out of the cloudbanks, she dived and reeled. Terror and elation filled Chang Chang as she soared upward to even more dizzying heights. Astral projection.
"What is this?"
She cried. She expected the wind to steal her voice, but instead a mighty roar split the air and shook the snow from the mountain peaks. Above her, the sun broke through the clouds and bathed the mountains in gold light.
"Look below you."
