Tes turned, and saw the telltale shine of Antari magic. It twined through the air, the color of moonlight but twice as bright, so bright it almost blurred the figure at its center. But as the threads shifted and danced, Tes saw the tall woman approaching a ship, whip thin, dark hair cut knife-sharp along a pointed chin. She knew her, at once. Delilah Bard. One of the strongest magicians in the world.
