Wrath of the Lich King Secrets 1
The afternoon sun burst through ragged clouds and glinted off quartz-flecked rocks poking out of the icy waters below. It would take hours before the light trailed into darkness, time enough to ride north along the arterial road to Faustina. And time enough to rinse in the river. Neeve shuddered as the Wrath of the Lich King Secrets shook clumps of scrub willows along the banks. She set off to scavenge more wood in a nearby stand of pines. She returned with an armful of twisted branches, and dumped them on the fire. Then, sitting cross-legged, she tugged at her leather boots.
