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EXCERPT:

The wind scraped across Frida’s face. It stung her exposed cheeks, hands, and neck. But she did not flinch. 

Her feet sank into the snow outside of the cave, each step letting the sea of white reach up to her knees. Around her, a wall of white snow cascaded through the air. The surroundings were blocked from view by the storm, the roaring of the wind coming from every direction. She felt the cold, yes, but she did not care. In a few minutes, however, that might be a different story. She had heard of men dying out in this type of cold. Good thing I am not a man, then, she told herself, and then laughed at the thought. As the sound came from her, she furrowed her brows. She felt as if she should not be laughing at this. Not for where she was heading.

Her conversation with Tyran echoed through her mind over and over again. She wished the Maanai had not entrusted Tyran with this mission. He was weak. Not physically, but mentally. He was one to put anger before reason, something the Maanai had been the only one able to calm. Frida did not think that her mother ever liked Tyran. Not in the way she liked Shohan, there was no doubt of that. Shohan was like a son to her. And she was like a mother to him. But Tyran was some other beast which had crawled to the Maanai’s feet long ago. She had never been told of his origin or why he had come to the Maanai in the first place. But she believed someone close to Tyran had been slaughtered. Perhaps multiple people. Perhaps a family.

Frida could not bring herself to imagine Tyran, a smile on his face, holding both a wife and a child in his arms. The thought made her shiver. If that were the case, she would look at him in a different light. If that were the case, perhaps he did truly have a reason for his rash ways. Just like Leif had a reason for his.

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Current Word Count: 161,000

Progress Through Novel: 73%