Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

Maegi was too fretful over Damien, Flicker, and the like to sleep much. Even when she did drift off, she was haunted by nightmares. Blood and death, blood and death. Miraak—Poppy—Lainie—Cicero—Relmyna—and then all the living, so many living—

So it was with great relief that Ramsay's call roused her from disturbing imagery, and she left her den in Spiderlings' Glen to meet her brother. His pelt was blue-black in the moonlight; if you forgot about the misshapen form of his spine, he was handsome. He still was handsome, in his own way, just like Mou.

Her two right-hand-men. The thought made her smile, and she dipped her muzzle to Ramsay, face lit in silent question.