when he finally got hold of his senses , ritcherd knew he had to get a grip on what he 'd just learned and tuck it away until kyrah chose to share it with him . for a moment he wished daisy had n't told him , but as horrible as it was , it had to be faced eventually . knowing now would help give him the compassion he needed to start building that bridge between him and kyrah

the weather and winds were with us and we sped along over the western sea almost as though pulled along by the whales . '' he paused a moment to pull his blanket closer . the wine dulled the pain in his midsection and warmed him , driving off the evening 's chill . '' it was the fourth month of the voyage . we were far from our homes and were getting a bit homesick

without it , they die . it 's simple , really . before the ice age-before the famine-they drank freely , secretly . they took what they needed and more . gluttony was a sin that they enjoyed . '' will shrugged like draining helpless humans was n't a big deal . '' but my kind , the bane , did n't evolve until after the famine

flaxen reluctantly extricates herself from his arms and starts to return to the dressing table . in midstride , she stops and turns to face him once more . '' actually , i 'll make it up to you later . '' her husband chuckles wickedly at this provocative statement . '' i 'll hold you to that . '' she blows him a kiss . '' not to worry , it 's a
promise