Chapter 62

　　The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard.

　　“What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure.

　　“I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.”

　　“Someone made this monster?” I was appalled.

　　Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”