Todos los capítulos de Bound by the Cursed Moon: Capítulo 441 - Capítulo 450

Point of View: Rhen“Nobody warned me that the hardest part of meeting a monster would be the morning after, when the man it had used handed us his nightmares folded in a leather pouch, and I wondered whether trusting him made me brave or foolish.”Dawn crept over the camp grey and wet, and the smell of cold ash and pine needles sat heavy in my throat. I had not slept. Nobody had. Wren spread a square of oilcloth over a flat stone and began placing objects on it one at a time, slowly, like a healer laying out her tools before a hard night."Everyone sit," she said. "We do this properly. Three pieces of evidence, and I will name each one out loud so nobody can argue later about what we knew.""You sound like a judge," Dorian said. His eyes were red and his voice was scraped thin."I am a watcher. It is almost the same job." Wren tapped her journal. "Evidence One. The Words. Everything the figure said, written down before my memory could soften it. Four doors remain sealed. All five mus

Point of View: Rhen“I had forgiven myself for many things since leaving home, but I was not ready to forgive the two people I trusted most for looking me in the eye and choosing, quietly, not to tell me the truth.”I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of paper. It was a soft, careful rustle, the sound of someone turning a page and hoping nobody would hear. I lay still for a breath, then slid out of my blanket and crept toward the low glow of the banked fire.Kieran and Wren sat close together with a single sheet between them. Wren was speaking in a whisper. Kieran's jaw was tight, the way it went when he was carrying weight he had promised himself he would not put down. When my shadow crossed the firelight, Wren went silent and Kieran folded the page against his chest."What is that?" I asked."Nothing," Kieran said. "Go back to sleep, love.""I heard you say nothing very smoothly. You practised it."He said nothing this time, which was answer enough. I crossed the small cl

Point of View: Rhen“I woke to a whisper that used my daughter's name, and by the time my feet touched the floor I was already running, because I understood one terrible thing. The quiet one had chosen a child in this village, and it wanted me to arrive late.”The cold hit me first. It rose from the marsh floor and slid into the bones of my ankles as I ran, barefoot and half asleep, following the sound of a whisper that no one else in the hall had heard. Somewhere behind me a door slammed. I did not turn. Reeds whipped my arms. The moon had risen thin and yellow, and by its light I saw a small figure walking slowly ahead of me across the mud."Tavin!" I screamed the name Elder Maro had spoken at supper, his grandson's name. "Tavin, stop!"The boy did not stop. He was fourteen, gangly, barefoot like me, walking with the loose careful steps of a sleepwalker. Ahead of him stood a tall stone with a black mark carved into its face, and at the foot of the stone lay a pool of water so dark i

Point of View: Rhen“Every mother has a line she swears she will never cross for her child. Standing in that dark cavern, with my hand around a stranger's throat, I discovered exactly where mine was and how little it took to reach it.”The Hollow Ways smelled of wet iron and old rot. Our torches made small trembling circles in the dark, and cold water dripped from the rotting timber onto my neck like fingers. We had walked for hours. My legs ached and my mouth tasted of dust."Almost there," Corvin said. His voice echoed strangely. "The camp is in the old assembly cavern. It has a ceiling as high as a cathedral.""Are there guards?" Kieran asked."Not many. Not anymore. Halric Brist held the camp for me. He is the only one I never doubted." Corvin laughed, a short and bitter sound. "I was extremely good at choosing loyal men to follow the wrong master.""Corvin," I said. "Stop blaming yourself for a minute. Tell me about Brist.""Tall. Quiet. He never raised his voice, never lost his

Point of View: Rhen“In that terrible heartbeat, I understood that the monster had not needed to fight us at all. It had simply arranged the night so I would have to pick between two people, and it was going to watch me choose.”Everything happened at once.Brist broke into a run. He was faster than any man I had ever seen, gliding across the dead grass toward the fourth door with his arms open. At the same moment Dorian screamed. It was a raw, high sound that came from his chest, and he went to his knees with both hands clawed against his ribs, his eyes rolling white."Rhen!" Kieran's voice tore through the dark. "I can reach Brist! Corvin, with me!""Go!"I dropped beside Dorian. His whole body was rigid, shaking, every muscle locked. The red moon poured across his face and I saw his lips forming a word that was not his mother's name."Dorian, look at me!""Successor," he whispered. It was not his voice. "Successor, successor, I answer, I...""No!" I grabbed his jaw and turned his f