“He couldn’t be here himself,” she said, black tears gleaming in her eyes. “Not even the Mother has the power to gift life to the dead twice. So he could only show me the way back. He was willing to give that much for her. That was the kind of boy he was. But Tric told me to tell you hello, Spiderkiller.” The gravebone swords rose up in her hands. “And he asked me to give you these.” The truedark breeze was cool on her skin. The sky above as empty as the place her heart had once been. And Spiderkiller closed her eyes.
