Chaos tore through Zeenthala, goblins and orcs swarming as a boulder crashed through the feast hall, and Calliope’s heart pounded—not from fear, but because he was there, saying, “Hello, darling.”
Tread quietly, Tread Quickly, that silence is not your friend, she has already spotted you. That ringing in your ears is not your friend, worry even more when you hear her song once more.