“Nothing.” The dust-wife stepped back. “This ghost is long gone.” Marra bit her lip. “What if the king we’re after is gone?” “If he was gone, he couldn’t still compel the godmother. No, he’s around. Probably mad as hell, too.” “That was comforting,” said Fenris. “I am comforted.” He shared a bemused look with Marra, who smiled in spite of herself.
