Ridge of Echoes

Morning came slow. The type of gray light not promising warmth. The camp was covered by a layer of frost, and the fire had burnt to ashes. Ezra which first awoke and stirred to coals, to wake a spark or two. The crackle of fire was the only note up till Annabelle opened her eyes.

She sat up, stiff from the cold. The boys were still fed in their cloaks and they slept together. Quinn touched their breath, and smiled. Like stones they sleep, she said.

They deserve it, Annabelle ...