Chapter 6
“THE CITY of glass,” Tandor said, gesturing at the horizon.
Since stopping at the cave early that morning, the sled had skirted the frozen bay, cutting across points and peninsulas. Now at last, the sled had crested the last hill on their path and they had an uninterrupted view of the point where the snow-swept white bay joined the southern ocean. To the right, fluffy clouds hung over the foothills to the mountains forming the border with Arania.
Straight ahead, where stacks of ice floes met the bay, the jagged peaks of the City of Glass reached towards the heavens, tall structures that reflected the light of the low sun. The palace tower protruded from the cluster like a broken stick. That was where Queen Jevaithi looked down upon them all from her rooms with the soft carpets
