“The Hunt of Smoke and Shadow—why were they chasing us?” “They weren’t chasing us, they were chasing you. And they weren’t chasing you. They were hunting you. They hunt all the cursed children. That’s how cursed children die. Good grief, I’m famished. Wish we had time to stop for breakfast.” Morrigan’s mouth had gone dry. “They hunt children?” “They hunt cursed children. I suppose you could call them specialists.”
