Constantine's back slid down the boulder, and he ended up dropping onto his rear on the dirt ground. He looked up to see the moon peeking faintly through thick clouds.
"What do you reckon they brought us all here for?" one of the other boys asked, and Constantine dropped his chin to inspect the speaker for a few seconds before closing his eyes. The kid was younger than him, he noted, by at least several years. By Yowan's account (since he claimed to know Constantine's mother when he was still in her belly), Constantine was seventeen years of age now. He had been under Yowan's wing for the past eight. There were half a dozen other adolescents loitering here with him, just outside the edge of the woods.
"You ask that every single time. No use wondering if you won't do anything about it," o
