Fall of the Argosi (Spellslinger, #0.6)

by Sebastien de Castell

‘You want me to brush him?’ I asked. ‘You know he left me tied up, right?’ Enna looked at me sideways. ‘How would I know that? He’s a horse, Ferius. It’s not like he came back, settled himself in a chair by the fire and recounted all his recent adventures.’