Adel’s POV.

“May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields, and, until we meet again, may the goddess hold you warm in the palm of her hand,” a woman in her late fifties said over the pyre in the clearing.

I stood huddled next to Nix, watching as members of the Clan stopped one by one by the carefully wrapped body of Maddox. Each clan member offered a blessing, before depositing a carefully collected bundle of flowers, or herbs. Each ...