CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With every stride his army took southward, the Master of Crows could feel himself growing stronger. With every town and village that fell to them, every death, every battle against those who tried to make a stand, his creatures fed and he was sustained.
He smiled as he thought of everything this small island kingdom had given him and that smile only widened into a rictus when he considered all that it would in the coming days. Unlike the continent, it hadn’t been at war with him for years. Its people didn’t know the best ways to hide, didn’t know to avoid his crows, and he hadn’t depleted its stock of those with magic yet.
“I wonder if they realize what they lost when they killed Siobhan,” he mused aloud. How long had the woman of the fountain kept him and those like hi
