Referred swallowed hard. “The elder used to tell stories of dark places in dark times,” she said, picking the needle through with black nails, “when the winters were endless and the sun fell cold across the land. When beasts far worse than the crags prowled the shadows. And there were no humans. Only Karin and the night. We knew the bitter sting of winter’s breath, and it never ended as it ends now. We called it ISARA on Evil. A Time of Darkness.

Time's Arrow