The glacial air bit through to Kepriah’s skin as she
buried her partner’s body. The ground beneath the snow was so hard she could
not dig into it. She had tried using her belt knife, then her sword, but the
ground was too hard, even for steel blades. She could barely see through the
scarf that wrapped her face, and her breath filtered through in steamy spurts.
She had lost many friends over her lifetime, but this death left her as numb
inside as she felt outside. Disconnected. Like part of her had been cut away. ~ From Lost Moon, a new fantasy novel by award-winning author, Dana Davis.
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