Chapter 8, Saunders Coleson:
The pony neighed behind him. Saunders stopped in the knee-deep snow to make sure none of the demons stalked him. Lost in the inhospitable mountains, he had no wish to fight his way to safety. It was hard enough battling the snow. The twin spears he carried were no staff of the Brotherhood. He could fight with one, but it would be sloppy at best.
He would have ridden the pony, but he decided better time would be spent if he walked ahead and led the animal where he wanted to go. With no training or skill at riding, he supposed they would end right back at the stables they ran from. Nothing could make him return to that dead city under the mountain. Besides, the woman that lay across the animal’s back took up the saddle space. There was no room for him with her
