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Faraday stared at him, knowing his words were useless bravado. Even if they only used the
power of Spiredore to transfer from one location to the next, DragonStar, as any of them, would be
vulnerable in that instant they stepped through the doorway.
For in that instant, if they were unwary, or unlucky, or damned by Fate itself, Qeteb could
snatch at them. They could only hope that he didn't spend his entire time wandering the stairwells of
Spiredore.
"Not he," DragonStar said softly. "But he might have any one of his Demons patrolling.
Faraday ... I will be careful."
She leaned forward and hugged him, longing for that time when their fight against the Demons was
truly over and she and he could find the time to indulge, and relax into, their love. "I hope
Caelum can help."
"And if not he, then there is one other I can turn to," DragonStar said, but he was gone
before Faraday could ask who this "other" was.
She sighed, and sat back on the window bench with Katie. "I am so glad you are safe
here," she said, stroking the girl's head. "I could not bear it if you were exposed to danger again."
Katie smiled, and looked away.

DareWing felt a savage glee as he wheeled his Strike Force through the skies above the Field
of Flowers.
They were superb.
Death had altered them, but only to give them a greater purpose, and a more lethal desire.
DareWing flew among them, almost lost in the swirl of jewel-bright wings and eyes and the haunting
shadows and shapes of their silvery liquid bodies. The members of the Strike Force had lost none of their
ability, or their tight discipline.
They wanted to hunt, to fight back, to strike.
And why not? thought DareWing. Stay here, DragonStar had said, until I need you, but DareWing
was impatient with the waiting. When was DragonStar returning? In the wasteland there was corruption
to be cleared, and DareWing and the Strike Force were doing no good sweeping colourfully through the
skies here.
He alighted within the Field, letting his wings relax and trail luxuriously through the poppies and lilies,
and looked up to the molten colour swirling above him.
"Come with me," he whispered, and then DareWing closed his eyes, and thought of the icy drifts of
the northern Icebear Coast, the feel of the cold-edged wind sliding through his feathers, the cry of the
seagull, the roar of the icebear ...
... and they were there, the Strike Force wheeling above him, and crying with wordless voices.
DareWing smiled, and lifted into the air.

DragonStar passed through into the Field of Flowers without incident, and with a considerable amount of
relief. Even Belaguez relaxed beneath him as he felt the spring of the flowered field
beneath his hooves, and the Alaunt bayed with joy, and bounded among the flowers, snapping at
butterflies.
And with every snap of jaw, the butterflies soared drifting into the air a handspan above the
hounds, and DragonStar smiled.
He kneed Belaguez forward, letting his body fully relax for the first time in hours, and drank in the
beauty about him. The scent, the gently waving flower heads ...
... the crash and roar of surf in the distance.
DragonStar halted Belaguez for a moment. He could vaguely discern the smell of salt underlying the
scent of the flowers. He let his eyes scan the horizon, stopping at a spot that was hazier than the rest. A
coastline.
DragonStar urged Belaguez forward.