Drawn by four black horses with eyes like molten silver, it glided over frost-hardened
he wear. Her arms were bare, but she refused to shiver. Across from them, Alex sat like
ead slightly. "W
idn't look
our h
ur ene
ed. "You do know h
m them," he said. "I
wh
something in his express
m not de
d more weight th
ers were twisted, angular things, built in the old style-before beauty
vants in grey robes bowed as the carriage passed. Somew
ere ex
ere wa
-
as carved from o
rave court sat on raised platforms, clothed in shadows and gems. A cluster of les
r end of the hall, ca
silver silks that clung like fog to her alabaster skin. Her
e feared you'd forgotten ho
nd wakes," he
hall, high and false. "And yet yo
turned
them h
er like a relic. "So this is the
in. "If he's shackl
om the court-and a sharp, app
isted. "Bold. P
han be quiet and dead
ghter s
You'll learn there's po
"And danger in undere
tension like a blade. "We came for wi
" she said sweetly. "Dr
-
east
nothing. They watched. They whispered. And Peach q
ement was
ile was
agrant, and untouched by her hosts.
is...
w. "They wouldn't poison you.
brow. "Not ve
alive," he sa
r
idn't
re masks-literally. Others let their fangs show wit
r in her eyes. A pale man whose arms were covered in blood-red tattoos
many players. T
alone in the m
for her hand be
re cold, and s
d at him-tr
bothered. He wasn't putting o
iting for
som
it
sic st
a s
voice echoing off the walls, "that we
blades-curved, ceremonial, ad
elin
" Nyra said, "and prov
y, refusing to le
s if I refus
en I'll assume y
if I
n perhaps... I'll start be
. "This is ben
tepping forward. "This is e
ok the
ll gre
sser noble with speed in his
ance
e set to rhythm. Peach dodged, parried, turned. Her opponent w
noble. She fought like
cheek, drawing the first blood
ce was un
hed the bla
old enough?
ice cut throug
he court. "And the next who d
-
back to Duskfall, Peach sat
ve let me fight,"
ou," he replied. "And you
oked a
didn't look l
had chosen his queen-and