Essie looked at him, curious. “Where are you from?” she asked. “A long, long way from here.” “In the south?” “Yes, in the south.” She kicked her feet against the chair. “What’s it like there?” If she was going to run away, she ought to know what to expect. Tornac inhaled slowly and tilted his head back so he was gazing at the ceiling. “It depends where you go. There are hot places and cold places, and places where the wind never stops blowing. Forests seemingly without end. Caves that burrow into the deepest parts of the earth, and plains full of vast herds of red deer.” “Are there monsters?”
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