“I was born at the very beginning of the tenth age. I’ve been alive for one thousand four hundred and eighty-six years.” “One thou…?” I nearly swallowed my tongue. Everlayne was nearly fifteen hundred years old. I couldn’t force my mind to make sense of that. She looked so young. Did I dare ask my next question? The one that burned on the tip of my tongue? I shouldn’t even want to know, but I couldn’t help it. “And Kingfisher? How old is he?”
