Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 10]

We trudged through the thick snow for what must have been four hours, with nothing to guide us other than the old Mage's esoteric sense of direction. Part of me questioned why we listened to it, especially as the warmth of the cabin became a distant memory, replaced instead with chill winds and the joy of hugging our cloaks close to our bodies. Hadn't the magical pulses already made his spells circumspect? What if he was leading us on a goose chase, the end to which would be nothing more than a cold grave, our bodies washed over and hidden by freshly fallen snow?

The point proved a moot one, for as we crested the next rise, the breath was drawn from my lungs at the sight that stood before us.

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 10]