Sageous’s corpse. A voice that came from outside the castle, huger than sound should be, loud enough to break stone. ‘Wake.’ It made no sense. ‘What—’ ‘Wake up.’ I blinked. Blinked again. Opened my eyes. Instead of blackness, post-dawn grey. I sat up, sheets still clinging to my sweat-soaked limbs. Behind the pale ghosts of lace curtains the sky lightening in the east. ‘Baraqel?’
