The Scrying Glass

Excerpt from ~ Call of the Damned 

POV ~ Sabi

Chapter 14 - What the Valley Remembers 

"The rock formation hunched over us like a broken spine, its shadow sharp and cold as morning seeped in, clouds moving lazily across the sky. Frost crept back in where the fire’s warmth had been, settling into our bones as if it had always been waiting.We waited until the gray half-light of dawn thickened enough to see shapes instead of shadows, until the distant treeline stood still and silent, offering no sign of pursuit. Only then did we dare leave the narrow cleft that had sheltered us. I pulled my cloak tighter across my chest, the wool stiff with frost and old blood. When I stood, my joints cracked like dry twigs, every muscle protesting the cold that had seeped bone-deep during the night. My breath bloomed in pale, fleeting clouds that hung too long in the thin morning air before dissolving."