Chapter 16 - Through The Deep, Dark Valley

We left when we had scheduled, after March ended, before I could make Jericho any angrier with my lingering. Jericho's ninety-seventh birthday isn't really worth describing in my opinion. It wasn't any different than Khaleesi or my birthday parties. Grand, exciting, tiresome and dull are all words you could use to describe it depending on who you asked. He is three years away from adulthood now.

Sellion, Essaerae and I made light conversation as we rode the horses through the country.

"I always thought the Fodder for the Elder Gods celebration was...strange," Essaerae said while we rode the horses. We had just left Havaña. The topic was started when Sellion began discussing leaving a small quantity of my red liquid behind in a magical tree. "It kind of makes my stomach churn thinking about it."

"It's an odd concept," Sellion saw eye to eye with her. Nobody could guess if he was just as superstitious as the kings of old or just went along with the Ingermans.