This week I'm posting another extract from Sorrel in Silver. Two thousand years ago, the elves almost destroyed Sorrel's world in a genocidal war with the serpent-folk. Now Sorrel and Wrack have agreed to meet with a small group of surviving elves.
'I've had confirmation that the elves are ready for you to meet with them' Griffyn said importantly as soon as he had settled into the chair. I could feel the atmosphere around us chilling at his words. Elves were monsters. Everyone knew that they were the most evil creatures the world had ever known. And Griffyn wanted us to talk to them.
Wrack's fingers had tightened on my shoulder. I was going to have a bruise there in the morning. I flicked a glance up at my dragon, and saw his face tight and drawn. I knew that Wrack did not like the idea of meeting the elves. Seeing his expression, unguarded for a moment, I realised just how terrified he was at the idea. The thought that this scared Wrack that much filled my stomach with frozen lead. I had thought nothing truly frightened Wrack.
But this did.
I'm not going to say if Wrack is right to be worried...
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