“Your Highness,” her captain said with forced calm, “we need to leave. Now.”

He was right. Fleeing was better than allowing herself to be taken prisoner. She nodded her agreement and pulled at her reins. East, they must head east. There were allies there. A heartbeat later a tendril of Night covered the captain’s mouth, silencing the scream as he was ripped off his horse. There were so few of them left, Cordelia saw, only a handful.

“Retreat,” the First Prince shouted. “East, get the other Chos-”

Darkness.

- Book 7, Interlude: Occidental III

“Hanno would have seen the trap coming,” the Warden of the East lightly said. “You do know that, right?”

- Book 7, Interlude: Occidental IV