In war, fairness is a myth—at least in this world.
Odessa trudged through three feet of snow, her boots sinking with each step. Much to her dismay, bodies don’t bury themselves.
November marked the beginning of the resistance’s plan. By now, Queen Morana’s forces should be half-frozen, their limbs sluggish, their reflexes filled by the cold.
Odessa’s orders were simple: lead a small legion, amb...
