Chapter 3
Sovara paced in front of the shrine doors, pausing occasionally to stare at the thick wood as if her gaze could drill straight through to the image of Anara within. This was not a temple – it was a training hall – but it had far more in common with the dragons’ temples than any other swordmaster’s salon, including a sometimes-resident priestess, who was late again, as usual. Thorat looked toward the entrance in the midst of Anot’s complaints about the provinces.
“I don’t see why Ferrent didn’t come back. Surely, the charms of Kiralun can’t be so wonderful. I know I can’t ever wait to get back here when I’m stuck in the provinces,” Anot was saying.
“To get trained up again because you haven’t kept up with your drills?” Garren said.
“I do keep up with them, but it’s not the sam
