The Covenant Rising
Book One of The Dreamtime
Chapter One
It was a place of cheap magic.
A swarm of tiny sphinxes gathered, fluttering just above
her head. Snapping jaws, whipping wings, curling tails. They
weren't convincing. Their colours were wrong, and up close
they were semi-transparent.
Serrah swatted irritably, her hand passing through them
as if they were dawn mist. They disintegrated into countless
infinitesimal specks, like glowing rust. The tips of their spread
wings were the last to go, popping out of existence in little
burnished puffs.
'We going to skulk here all night, Ardacris?' Phosian hissed.
He hid next to her, but the alley was too dark to make
out his features. His garb, like hers, was uniformly black,
with a silk mask covering nose and mouth. Where flesh
showed, it had been smeared with ash. The sheen of their
blades was dimmed by grease and soot.
Serrah inwardly bridled at his familiarity and the disregard
of her rank. But in deference to his connections she
whispered only, 'Patience.'
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