Chapter 4
THE BEAR RAN across the snow-covered plain, up hills, down the other side. From the passenger seat, squashed between Tandor and Myra, Loriane could only see its bobbing back, and the reins dangling from the invisible driver’s hands.
Wherever she looked in the white landscape, she could see no other people, and there hadn’t been any for at least a day.
At first, when the mangled ruins of the City of Glass were still visible on the horizon, there were other refugee sleds following, families fleeing in the clothes they had worn when disaster struck, woefully inadequate for the cold. A lot of nobles, because they had sleds and could get away quickly.
But one by one, the other sleds had fallen behind until no one was left. Those sleds had to stop for the night while Tandor’s bear
