"Take word of what? And why don't you tell them yourself?"
The dervish moved to a window; a thin beam of sunlight slipped through a crack in the shutters, illuminating his sun-ravaged face. "Because once I am done here, I must go back. Back into the Morgolthi. After all these ages, it has finally been found."
"What are you talking about?" Sareth said, rising up-angry at not understanding, angry at his fear. "What has been found?"
The dervish-the Earth man named Hadrian Farr-turned and gazed at him with haunted eyes.
"The lost city of Morindu the Dark," he said.
Outside the hut, the wind rose like a jackal's howl.
THE GATES OF WINTER.
A Bantam Spectra Book / August 2003
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