A Court of Frost and Starlight

Stepping out the front door of the ancient wooden house so that Devlon and the other pricks in the sparring rings would see him, Cassian made a good show of stretching. Cassian soared toward it, unable to resist Ramiel’s ancient summons. And then stared at the iridescent, living silver thread that cut through it, bright despite the darkness that devoured all other light and color. A land of rolling hills and burbling streams, of ancient forests and crashing seas.