Mammoths at the Gates (The Singing Hills Cycle, #4)

by Nghi Vo

The cool breeze coming in set the bells ringing from time to time, a sweet and melancholy counterpoint to the dismantling of a life.

“I did,” Chih said, taking a firmer hold on Chiep, because if Almost Brilliant found out they’d let Chiep go fight a mammoth, their friendship would probably never recover.