A passage from The Charnel Prince chapter 1 The Night by Greg Keyes
Neil Meqvren rode with his queen down a dark street in the city of the dead. The tatoo of their horses' hooveswas drowned by hail shattering on lead coobles. The wind was a dragon heaving its misty coils and lashing its wet tail. Ghosts began to stir, and beneath Neil's burnished breastplate, beneath his chilled skin and cage of bone, worry clenched.
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