“They had reached rocky country with tall trees, steep hills, and rushing streams, and had not passed through a town all day. She glanced over at Jason, who was trying ineffectively to nap. If he couldn’t sleep, she knew it was a rough ride. What a funny guy. At first he hadn’t struck her as the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was starting to realize she could have gotten trapped in a parallel world with somebody much worse. She could hardly believe he had managed to become chancellor. Had... he asked her the same question, she might have topped him. “Squirreled” had ten letters, although some people argued it wasn’t a single syllable. Her gaze shifted to Ferrin. The displacer had been their best find so far. He was the perfect guide—knowledgeable, skillful, and well traveled. Plus he was funny and not bad-looking. He acted so grateful for their friendship it made her furious at the rest of Lyrian for discriminating against his kind. He noticed her looking at him. “The farther we get from Trensicourt, the less we want this coach,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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