Quotes About Northlands

Bob Allison fouled one, took two balls, swung and missed, swung and missed, and winter descended on the northlands.

Elske screamed, too. But when Elske screamed, it was the war cry of the Volkaric that came out of her mouth, a howling like the voice of a wolf. The cry wound around the narrow streets as if they were in the wild and merciless northlands.