Veronyka took a deep breath, but she’d never much cared for the dark. She was just getting more and more lost, wasting more and more time. She was going the wrong way surely she was-it had been too long since that right turn. There was nothing to ground her, no way to know if she was close or far or completely and utterly lost. Veronyka trusted the directions, followed them in a rush, even as everything inside her fought against rising panic. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything beyond the sound of her booted feet slapping against the damp stone and the echo of her breath reverberating around her. VERONYKA STUMBLED THROUGH THE darkness, her hands outstretched. Words attributed to Nefyra, the First Rider Queen, circa 1000 BEįor as long as there have been Ashfires, there have been phoenixes. Power won’t make you strong, and a crown won’t make you queen. Gold won’t make you rich, and wings won’t make you fly
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