“Throw it against the cliff, and the thing you love most will come back to you,” Johann said, chin close to her shoulder. She did not startle. “I’ve heard that myth somewhere,” she said softly. “That these are eggs laid from the mouth of the goddess Hallandrette, that they awaken when filled with tragedy.” “They’re Elendhaven’s answer to death. No unjust passing goes unpunished here at the edge of the earth.”
