“Sera?” came a ragged whisper. His whisper. The Asher. I knew that voice. I’d heard it in the darkness, hadn’t I? The One who is Blessed. The Guardian of Souls. The Primal God of Common Men and Endings. The End to my Beginning. My eyes flew open, fixing on the night sky—the stars and the moon. “Sera,” he gasped. That name. That name. That name.
