CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Indra sat with the others inside Ragon’s golden castle, in awe at her surroundings, wondering if all of this were real. They all sat on piles of luxurious furs, on a floor which was smooth and shiny, nearly translucent, before an enormous, ornate fireplace, its mantle made of shiny white marble, rising twenty feet high, framing a roaring fire. Beside her sat Elden on one side and Selese on the other, beside her Reece, then Thorgrin, O’Connor, and Matus. They all sat in a semicircle, spread out before the fire, all relaxed with each other’s company, a comfortable silence falling over them.
Indra stared into the flames, losing track of time as night fell outside. She looked out through the open-aired arched windows and through them she could see twilight spreading, see the
