Thal didn't question the bodies, suspected strongly the work of his Duskwight friend and accepted it. Welcomed it, even, as it was aiding them in escape. Cliffs jutted up on the horizon; he just hoped that they could keep ahead of the sundrakes long enough to make it to the rocks. It would be much easier to take shelter and climb out of reach of the beasts there.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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