Blackfeather Woods it's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Nothing perhaps best illustrated the depths of depravity of what once had been than Wolfskull Cave. All she could think about, down here, was the kidnapped Redhawk girl, the dull sheen of fear in her eyes. And then Maegi thought of Cass, kept here against her will. And Mou. . . Bile rose in her throat each time at the thought, and she had to turn away, staring into the darkness.

Bone after bone, she moved. She didn't know what to do with them, only that she wanted to get rid of them all. Perhaps she'd take them to the Altar, say a prayer over whatever poor souls had suffered here. She wanted to scrub it all away; she wanted to toss the history in a desk drawer and slam it shut, forever.

A small, round piece of yellowed ivory rolled away from her as she stumbled in the dim light. Bones, bones everywhere. And she couldn't get away from them. She wondered whether she ever would be able to escape the things associated with this place, the things that had doomed her to a life of ostracism.