Chapter 13: The Boys Take their ShareThe earth did not always shake with her wrath. Sometimes it was the sky which quaked, the dark clouds showing fault-lines where lightning flashed, where Anara churned. She rode her anger across the valley. The wind drove the rain, shook loose the roof-tiles, lashed the streets.
– The Darkest Night
Thorat waited all afternoon for the rain to ease up, but finally he left the East Market in the downpour, slipping through the gates as they were closing.
“Where’s Darna?” Thorat asked as he reached the cover of the bridge. “I thought she’d be back.”
Myril handed him a bowl of soup and shook her head, dimly visible in the firelight. “She’s hiding. Even I don’t know where she is.”
“Is she the one the watch is looking for?” he asked. The watchmen had come a
