“Long ago,” Houlun continued, “before the khaganate, before the horse-lords on the steppes and the Torre by the sea, before any mortal ruled these lands … A rip appeared in the world. In these very mountains.” Sartaq’s face was unreadable as his hearth-mother spoke, but Nesryn swallowed. A rip in the world—an open Wyrdgate. Here.
