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"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

Made bitter by frost.

"And so, in the middle of the banquet that night, Kevin walked out. Liane saw him on the street and she says"-Dave fought for control-"she says he was very sure, and that he looked he looked"

"Where's Loren?" he asked abruptly.

Dave stood to follow, awkward sorrow investing his square features. Someone in the hallway moved to block the way.

Dave stood to follow, awkward sorrow investing his square features. Someone in the hallway moved to block the way.

Paul turned his back on them all and walked to the window. They were in the Temple in Paras Derval: Jennifer's rooms. He had come to tell her about Darien. She had listened, remote and regal, virtually untouched. It had moved him almost to anger. But then they had heard sounds outside and people at the door, and Dave Martyniuk and Jaelle herself had come in and told them what had happened to make the winter end.

"Leila," said Jaelle wearily, "close the door and go away."

"What was it?" Paul asked tiredly.

Dave stood to follow, awkward sorrow investing his square features. Someone in the hallway moved to block the way.

And when June comes December

"Oh, shut up" Paul raged. An urge to strike this ever-present, ever-placid child rose fiercely within him.

Dave stood to follow, awkward sorrow investing his square features. Someone in the hallway moved to block the way.

Made bitter by frost.

"Where's Loren?" he asked abruptly.

And when June comes December

"Love do you remember My name?

I was lost In summer turned winter

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

It was twilight. Outside the snow was nearly gone. No flooding, no dangerous rising of rivers or lakes. If the Goddess could do this, she could do it harmlessly. And she could do this thing because of the sacrifice. Liadon, the beloved son, who was who was Kevin, of course.

Made bitter by frost.

"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

I was lost In summer turned winter

"In town," Dave said. "So's Teyrnon. There's a meeting in the palace tomorrow. It seems it seems Kim and the others did find out what was causing the winter."

"In town," Dave said. "So's Teyrnon. There's a meeting in the palace tomorrow. It seems it seems Kim and the others did find out what was causing the winter."

The girl did so.

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