There had never been a Pillar under the age of thirty. Hilo was barely older than she; he’d been the youngest Horn in memory. There he sat, blood-spattered and reeking of fire smoke, eating a bowl of cereal after having led a massacre. His aura had the sharp edge of new jade he’d taken. Shae reeled. This will be the end, she thought. This will be the end of the No Peak clan.
