TWO YEARS AFTER....
Silas shivered, pulling his thick, quilted coat closer. The sweat from climbing the steep path now chilled his body, and he stamped his feet, cursing under his breath.
He was not made for this damn snow, for the high elevation that made his breath come hard and shallow, as though his lungs were being squeezed right out of his body.
Yet here they were, Silas, his best friend, Rio, and a group of ten guards, all miserably huddled on the lee side of a great rock face, waiting and watching the trail that curled steeply upward and then abruptly disappeared between two massive rocks.
The entrance to the land of the Elven Kingdom, where his brother, Lestor, and his little lover, Lucia, had disappeared two years ago.
Now, finally, a message had been sent, saying that Lesto
