A title lay above the index proper. “We return to your poorly guarded campsite,” the man said. Soon he opened his eyes. Leading the twenty-five troopsskyward, he turned to fly alongside the orb’s charred path.
“But my stay is temporary. “Why don’t the grass and flowers die today?” Tristan asked. There were several bright green leaves imprisoned inside. “If Faegan’s bolts couldn’t harm him, then howcould a dreggan do so? Besides, if he is attacked he might vanish, and we could lose theParagon forever.
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