Duskfire Glacier hebamme

mahler received a good deal of information at once, the most pertinent something he had always known. iana had asked him to be the father of her children, and for wylla he had said no. and by this he stood, for they had become good and true friends afterward.
the boy was veteran, not so old, but of an age to explore. his messing about was not missed by the midwife, but mahler did not respond. the majority of it was rich fat, though he meant it for the mothers.
all conceived, and there was nothing for mahler to do but expect that the bevy of children here all belonged to wintersbane.
mahler kept back the private grain of nuance to iana's actions, hearing worry in lane's voice. "i vill look for her. rivenvood joins your search," he said softly. "i imagine the disappointment of the year has perhaps driven her off to nurse the vound."
praimfaya, gone. iana, gone.