Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

But when I set off for the Kraken’s arms, he follows, cursing. I can’t hear most of it, but I make out death wish and stubborn as a stormscourge. I pat Sparker’s flank affectionately at the remark and hug my pike tighter to my side. “Aren’t we?”