Herbalists' Cache i knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach.

in a similar situation, caiaphas would have left her own for dead also. zephyr owed nothing to a stranger, least of all one terminally ill. unfortunately caiaphas was too far to register much of anything at all past the all-consuming inferno that lit her head and eyes afire.


that was the one unflinching truth about the world — cowards, cravens, and bastards were all just another name for survivors. the brave died by the thousands, the honorable were legion — but the cowards lived on, once the fires from the razing receded.

caiaphas’ fire had only just begun. it would be a week before she drew her last shuddering breath, and she would never know of her end at all — but zephyr — survivor — would live on, while the wraith in the woods met her bitter end a hundred miles north of here, in climes far colder.