The Rust Kings (The Ringed City Chronicles Book 2)

Before him under that shattered steel sky the mountain rose endlessly in a twisting tempest of ice and stone. That wind howling and depraved like something long lost to the world but always screaming within its very soul. Here on the edges at last unleashed. The black stone spire slender and violent as it ripped the very air. The peak above them shrouded in rime, that thing between snow and ice and as fragile as a single breath in this long wasteland.He held to the wall with his pale fingers. All the blood lost from them like the dead hands of some other man. Feeling the rope move in the wind, pulled and lashed. Each foot wedged into the crack and the pressure of all that stone above. Thrust into the mountain itself. An unfathomable weight.Above he could see Kayhi moving light and agile and effortless. Gliding over the stone and ever upward with some otherworldly grace. This girl who had never in her life known fear and who did not now and he did not think she ever would even though he fought with everything inside him to teach it to her because he knew just how its lack could one day rip her apart.

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