Hoshor Plains There is definite evidence that this tribe has somehow come to utilize

Anathema tried to take comfort in Bronte's reassurances, but all she could think was that the adults were in just as much danger. She bit back the urge to say it. I prefer fish, The darkling mumbled instead, thinking sullenly of the island.

Her eyes finally found Bronte. Promise you'll be careful, The horror of imagining her friend's death almost matched the horror of picturing her own. It struck her then that they could just leave, that they didn't need to face this danger — but Ana knew that Bronte would never agree. No one ever chose her. Why would that change now?