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A look passed between them and Jeren stiffened. Maldrines eyes turned hard and hungry, dangerous, not a look of love or even friendship. She could recognise the desire for murder when she saw it. Gilliad looked even worse—hard-edged with determination, and an utter disregard for the fact that Maldrine would clearly rather kill her than wed her. I havent missed it, have I? gasps Catherine, looking worried. I heard there was a writer …, Shan shook his head. He didnt want to answer, but he couldnt lie to Indarin. If I do, Ill lose not just my mind, but my soul as well. But Im not sure Im happy about my daughter becoming a Fleet Street hound. Sam, please. Its cold. Come on. Ill buy you a drink— Quite a lot, if you charge for your services, he says, smiling and staring at the map on the wall by the big mullioned windows. But whatever you want to call me is fine by me. I like to think of myself as a helper. Maybe a healer. If you need it in absolute basic terms, Shamanism has been around for as long as human beings. There is archaeological evidence that suggests shamanism in one form or another dates back 20,000 years. And yes, we are guides, of a sort. We are messengers. Do you know the word intermediaries? Well, were kind of a go-between, linking the natural world and the spirit world. Jeren closed her eyes as the wolf came closer, as he nuzzled and licked the man holding her, so wolfish a gesture to greet a pack member. Joy unrestrained in being reunited with his friend. Better. He was heading somewhere, but I wasnt sure where. Hed tried to wind me up before and failed miserably. Id like to get back to work. You have to promise me that even if Im dreadful, youll talk to me afterwards, says Rowan. Dont run screaming for the hills. And if you’re asleep, you have to give me permission to wake you, okay? I don’t need accusations of inappropriate touching. Same thing, isnt it? The smiled disappeared from her face, and her eyes widened.Yes, Mr. Dade. Shell be fine, said Indarin softly, like a man handling a spooked colt. You were right to fetch me. But she hadnt trusted him. Not really. She had used him, played him for a fool. Like my student? Rowan finds himself smiling at her. She strikes him at once as a sort of pleasing disaster: a whirlwind of good intentions haplessly executed. Hes met her, or those a lot like her, countless times before: scatter-brained and stressed to the point of aneurysm, terrified of causing offence or upsetting anybody. Her voice is soft and breathy and fast and Rowan gets the impression that if she were to receive one word of kindness or a squeezeof the shoulder, she would burst into tears and disintegrate. With her arms full, her elbows stick out like wings. Khain smiled, a thin cruel smile that sat oddly on Gilliads face, a smile that belonged there no more than the eyes. The smile of the dark god himself. The front door slammed open, and everyone looked to see who had entered. Were it a brighter day, Glebe House would glisten salmon pink, a million-million grains of sandstone reflecting back the sunlight. Here, long past sunset on a wet Thursday in November, the stately home looks as though it has been made out of mud-bricks. In this light, with the storm blowing in across the fells, it is a cardboard cut-out: a black silhouette picking out pointy chimneys, steep-sided rooves; a bar-graph topped with spikes. Beyond it, behind it, past the high stone wall that marks the end of the private land, there are only fells and straggled copses of woodland. Theyd stopped at the aptly named Surprise View, flicking the headlights to full beam to gaze upon the valleys famed inverted clouds’ – a meteorological phenomenon caused by cold temperatures and high pressure. They had briefly been above the clouds, looking down upon a carpet of soft, dirty fleece. The back door opened. I didnt need to look to know it was Gabriel. Hopefully, Max and Karen were getting some much-needed rest..