Thomas walked on through the eerie landscape. The banshee had disappeared, but other strange creatures roamed, hidden from his sight by the fog. Pattering footsteps followed him, but when he turned around, they stopped. An odd hulking shadow ghosted through the mist beside him for a time, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, or if it was just a trick of the swirling clouds. Lights winked in the distance, but he didn’t see any buildings.
Nor did he see Cadán. He spared no attention for the other Fey’s motives. If the Unseelie would not help him, he hoped he would not stand in his way.
He came to a wide, rushing river that tumbled over large rocks, white foam gleaming in the dusky light. The water looked oily black in the twilight. He frowned. A placid stream edged Merton’s holding. No
