“And what of Laurent? What does magic say about him?” Jordan’s smile was as soft as the flower tucked in my hand. “Just because you can’t see blooms like that in the Wastes doesn’t mean they’re not real.” “I’m a soldier, Jordan. Symbolism is wasted on me.” His dimple peeked out. “I’m not so sure about that, my lord. But let me put it this way. I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking for here in the north. But I have a feeling it’s waiting for you in the south.”
