““I’d feel a lot better about this if that spell had worked,” Kiernan hissed. “Don’t tell me that I’m going to have to drag you along,” I whispered back. “This is a real adventure, Kiernan. Just think, if we manage to get out of all this without being killed or imprisoned, you’ll have such stories to tell the ladies at court.” “Are you sure that this isn’t blasphemy? We’re going to desecrate the grave of the Nameless God’s chosen ones.” “We aren’t going to desecrate it,” I insisted. “We’re just going to look around it. And besides, since when have you worried about blasphemy?” He snorted, but softly. “Let’s go, then.””
