C336 THE RACE TO THE PALACE

"We have three days," the Young Prince said, his voice sounding like grinding stones as he stared at the pulsing red organ in the jar. "Three days before my father’s life stops and the North burns."

Damon stepped away from Elara, his boots splashing in the red-tinted mud. He looked at the horizon, where the mist of the Wastes swirled. "We won't make it on foot