WITCHGRAVE

by Rachel Caine

  "He asks what you're going to do," the girl whispered. She was a pretty thing, all blue eyes and heart-shaped face, and she gazed on Silence with unquestioning worship. "He's worried for you."

  How odd. "I'm going to kill his brother," Tatya said. "Tell him not to come after me, if he wants to live."

  Silence didn't. Tatya went to her horse, mounted, and turned toward the black, looming shadow of the mountain.

  Miles to go, yet. And a wearying number of witches to track. One day, with the gods' own luck, she would find one of them whose gift was stronger than her own.

  It wouldn't be Silk.

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