Azvolrien

The last people Aislinn had seen had told her that she was in the Land Without End, in such a way that she could hear the capital letters falling into place. Almost two weeks later, she had fully realised why they called it that. For more long, cold miles than she could count, she had walked through the vast conifer forests of the taiga. She had seen nobody, and no sign of warmer weather or any change in the landscape. She was moving north. Some instinct – a gift from her father, perhaps, like her talent for languages – told her it was the right way to go, but that was all she had to go on. It wasn't even like an internal compass, p