Kyse shivered and inched closer to the campfire. He pulled his heavy cloak tighter around himself and whispered a prayer to Kina, that she find it in her heart to keep him from freezing to death. The cold was all around, like a pack of ravenous wolves in the night, kept at bay only by the meager light of the fire. It had a weight to it, oppressive and bitter. This unnatural cold seemed to him like a living thing, a malevolent force that sought only destruction. Opposite him the Master, E’eldr, was ...