Thus. The child had lost her brother. Had found an uncle instead. But not a kindly one. The Seer carries his own wounds, after all … And now Burn’s realm had found new denizens. Was now home to an ancient warren. ‘Memories,’ Quick Ben had said, ‘of ice. There is heat within this chaotic poison – heat enough to destroy these servants. I needed to find a way to slow the infection, to weaken the poison. ‘I’d warned the Crippled God, you know. Told him I was stepping into his path.
