““The wind stung from a sudden gust of cold air. Talis exhaled forcefully, wishing she hadn’t brought up the subject of his older brother’s death. Talis cursed fate, cursed his family’s bad luck. The memories flooded his mind of his older brother Xhan. His arrogant eyes and proud demeanor. But he was kind, also. Had been kind, Talis reminded himself. He was gone, now. He had been a wonderful brother. Why did the gods allow him to die so young and by such cruel hands?””
