Chapter 37
Chapter Fifteen
’Tis bloody stirrups when the Jaghut
ride their souls, a thund’rous charge
without surcease,
the hard knots within thud
drumming fierce the flow of ice
a certain promise . . .
’tis the Jaghut warring the dusk
on a field of broken stones . . .
JAGHUT
FISHER (B.?)