‘So what are these reasons for doubt you’re alluding to?’ ‘Oh, there are several,’ she dryly informed me. ‘Your apparent connection, or friendship or whatever it may be, with Creon Hytherion, just to name one.’ It took me a moment or two to figure out what part of that question did not fit the rest of the conversation. Creon Hytherion. Not the Silent Death, like every other human I’d ever heard referring to him. And she had pronounced that fae title so easily, her accent so fluent; she had to know the language rather well.
