Happy September, everybody!
The rustling was getting closer. Hearing it more clearly now, Emyr realized just how fast these things were moving. Suddenly, the movement stopped and it was as if the entire world had been muted. The breath of the woman next to him was the only sound.
Then, as if they were a hellish rain sent by Aglaeca himself, creatures from Emyr’s own nightmares dropped from the treetops above and the Crown Prince began fighting for his life.
-Chapter 9, Jesimae