The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

G ood thing Cador could swim.

For the moment, he could still wade through the swirling, swiftly rising tide, the shockingly cold water around his thighs. Rivers poured into the valley.

It rained and snowed often on Ergh, but if he believed in the gods, he’d be certain Glaw was furious. First the mainland was ablaze, and now it seemed in danger of sinking beneath a new sea.

Doryty squawked where she was bundled inside his vest. Her beak tapped below his throat, and he murmured encouragement as he would to Massen or the goats at home.