Beside us soared Nightclaw. If Hawl was right, the older exmoor was the veteran of countless battles. He moved with a sure and primal grace. Astride him sat my mate, commanding shadows as easily as one might wield a blade. Below us, the dark fae foot soldiers now found themselves confronting forces beyond their darkest imagining.
We already know what’s going on. Why the need to recap? Maybe with all the rambling the author herself forgot where we were and what they were supposed to be doing.
