oppressive stone walls, and the constant lurking of muttering and secretive ministers, and even the fact that the sky was always the same gray as the stone, but it was what I’d reluctantly come to regard as ‘home’ in Nevertide. I felt almost safe here—safer than I did in Queen Trina’s kingdom at least. Yelena and Jenney had been clearing up after the kids, who had all fallen asleep in random
