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  2. TheEVERAFTER
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  90. GLOSSARY
  91. TheEVERAFTER
  92. By Amanda Hocking

“I know,” he admitted quietly. “But I can save them. I have to go back out there.”

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him fiercely. I loved him with everything I had, even more than the day I married him, almost ten years before. And even though it killed me to, I let go of him.

He went out through the door, and I held the flaps open, watching as he jogged off into the smoke, toward the rockslide. A few larger boulders had piled up just beyond the tent, but the worst of it had sounded farther away, to the northeast.

Rather strangely, all the iron and stone cages on the mountainside had broken open, some of them crumbling down. The slender, jelly-like Ögonen were free, climbing down the sheer mountain face with surprising grace and dexterity.

But my attention was immediately on the animals crawling on top of the rock pile. A pair of spotted saber-toothed cats and a whole horde of spiders.

None of us were going to survive up here much longer.

“We need to evacuate!” I shouted, and I looked back to see Rikky and Patrik with panic in their eyes. “We have to get everyone down to the valley, and we have to do it now.”

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Wolfram

Ulla

Sunniva and I had stuck close to the wall, and we’d mostly been spared from the book avalanche. I don’t know how long it lasted—it felt like forever—with the entire room shaking and the thunderous rumble booming.

By the time it ended, all the shelves had fallen over, some of them splintering and broken. A pair of wrought-iron sconces fell to the floor with a loud clatter, and I heard the creaking groan of a door opening at the end of the girjastu.

But I couldn’t see because the only light came from Sunniva’s torch. Elof’s had gone out, and I could see neither him nor Dagny.

“Dagny?” I said once the quake had stopped. “Elof?”

I heard a mumble, so I climbed over a fallen shelf and started hurriedly tossing books aside. Then an arm popped up from a pile of books, and Dagny sat up. Beside her, the books moved, and I hurried to help Elof out.

“I’m okay,” Dagny said, but Sunniva offered her a hand anyway, and Dagny let her help her up.

“I’m a little banged up, but I’ll be all right,” Elof assured me with a thin smile.

Dagny was on the move, already searching through the piles of books for the right incantation.

“Dag, are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just need more light.” Her hair had come loose from her ponytail, and she brushed it back from her eyes. Then she gave Sunniva an irritated glance. “Can you bring the torch closer?”