'Speaking of which, come on, Raven, TaiGethen.' Sol clapped his hands together. 'Time to sleep. Hanging around out here will only garner us unwanted attention.'
Hirad stood. 'Fitting, don't you think? The Raven? Guardians of the new world?'
'Yes,' said Ilkar. 'They must all sleep so soundly knowing they are defended by a dead barbarian. The door kept closed against the Garonin by the sheer weight of your ego.'
Hirad's laughter echoed away into the vastness of Ulandeneth. One by one, they faded to grey specks and disappeared inside to enjoy comfort and rest as one. The Raven, together again. And, as Hirad attested as they slipped into blissful sleep, as it was always destined to be.
Acknowledgements.
Thank you to Simon Spanton for wanting to see The Raven ride just one more time; to Lizzy Hill for providing insight and help every step of the way; to Robert Kirby and Howard Morhaim for their unflinching support and friendship; and to my wife, Clare, for always being there for me.
www.jamesbarclay.com.
Also by James Barclay:.
Chronicles of The Raven.
NIGHTCHILD.
NOONSHADE.
Legends of The Raven.
ELFSORROW.
SHADOWHEART.
DEMONSTORM.
RAVENSOUL.
The Ascendants of Estorea.
CRY OF THE NEWBORN.
A SHOUT FOR THE DEAD.