Worldbreaker (The Mapweaver Chronicles, #5)

Winter had come early to the Highborn Mountains. Too early. It was as if the winds themselves were angry at the state of the world, and howled ever harder in rage and fear. Already the snows had begun to fall, making the roads treacherous and the chill night air bitingly painful. Trees bowed under the weight of thick icicles, their branches hanging low and occasionally snapping altogether. The sound of creaking wood and shifting stone felt ominous each time it echoed off the labyrinthine wa...