Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

G asping, Jem clung to the side of the dred nest, his shoulders screaming. He’d asked himself what Morvoren would do and shortly thereafter leapt from the Cliffs of Glaw rather than allow his severed head to be used against his mother and start a war.

Now here he was, high on the side of a rock face hanging on by his fingernails, the icy sea crashing against rocks far below. The dred had certainly constructed its nest to last, so that was something. Jem was still in possession of his head and hands, so that was something as well.

He moaned, said hands stinging, his shoulders ready to give out after they’d been wrenched so brutally. Now he simply needed to haul himself up.

Easy.