She was tired-oh so very, very tired.
Yet there would be none.
Every bone in her body ached-every muscle throbbed in misery, every inch of her flesh begged for respite.
As she trudged out of the dark woods still veiled in the shadows of early sunrise, out across the expanse of cold, dew-drenched grass and onto the main road of the village, Evony wondered how she would ever endure a day that was only just beginning.
Never-not in all her life-had Evony Elorietta known such thoroughgoing fatigue.
She was tired-oh so very, very tired