of winning. Here, there is no chance.’ ‘To fight now is to die, to run aimlessly is a longer death,’ Ethlinn said, her voice a rustle, autumn leaves on the air. ‘But to run somewhere that has meaning, hope. Drassil is the wisest choice.’ Corban bowed his head for long moments, then sucked in a long breath and looked around at them all, his gaze coming to rest on Meical.
