‘We are as those beasts.’ The Bonecaster’s eyes shifted to the south horizon, tightened. Cannig Tol continued, ‘We are the clay, and our endless war against the Jaghut is the struggling beast beneath. The surface is shaped by what lies beneath.’ He gestured with one hand. ‘And before us now, in these creatures slowly turning to stone, is the curse of eternity.’ There was still more. Pran Chole said nothing. ‘Ranag and ay,’ Cannig Tol resumed. ‘Almost gone from the mortal realm. Hunter and hunted both.’ ‘To the very bones,’ the Bonecaster whispered.
