The Astarte of the B

The dog didn't respond to its owner, but instead, its twitching and nervous body crashed into the farmer's legs.,The boy carefully avoided touching his armor, remembering the last time he had, Bolten had snapped three twigs off him.,Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。