The Snow Queen's Shadow

hands and dragged them past a horse-drawn cart. A tarp was tied over the cart, and two small children rode with their mother on the very back.
    “They must have seen the battle at the palace,” Gerta said. “It’s been more than a hundred years since anyone breached the walls of Kanustius.”
    Behind them, black smoke continued to rise from the heart of the city. “And now the palace burns.” Talia scowled at a boy who had approached too closely. “Keep an eye out for pickpockets.”
    “Where will they go?” Danielle asked.
    “Most will head south, assuming the guards allow anyone to leave the city,” said Gerta. “Some will try to cross the mountains. Most of the roads are snowed in, but the king keeps two passes cleared throughout the winter.”
    “Does it matter?” Talia kept close to the edge, avoiding the worst of the pressing crowd. “Snow took the capital of Allesandria in less than a day. At this rate, she’ll destroy the entire country before the month is out.”
    “Allesandria has been at war before,” Gerta argued. “Against fairies and humans both. The Circle will know the king has fallen. They will already be sending their forces to Kanustius to try to retake the palace.”
    “Maybe that’s her plan,” said Danielle. “To drag Allesandria into civil war and let it consume itself.”
    A loud crack elicited screams from those closest to the icehouse. Talia glanced behind to see four Stormcrows emerging from the shattered door. They looked around, but so far the darkling’s protection seemed to be working.
    Talia lowered her head and walked faster, trying to keep the cart between them and the Stormcrows. Just ahead, a girl carried a little boy on her shoulders. He was bundled in a fur blanket with only his face exposed, and he kept twisting around and pointing behind him. He was crying, and kept wiping his nose on the blanket, but it was the girl’s expression that most disturbed Talia. Her lack of expression, rather. She simply stared as she trudged ahead. Not a slave to the demon’s magic, but another victim, lost and in shock after seeing her palace burn.
    Talia’s tension grew with each step. There were too many people packed too tightly together, bumping and brushing against each other. It would be far too easy to slip a knife into your neighbor’s ribs. The press of bodies would keep the victim upright, and you’d be gone before anyone noticed.
    She did her best to watch Danielle and Gerta, guiding anyone remotely threatening away with none-too-gentle jabs of her elbows and fists. She couldn’t see their pursuers anymore, but given the Stormcrows’ powers, that meant little. Magically disguised, they could walk right alongside Talia and without her cape she would never know.
    The darkling had changed form, melting into something that resembled a blackbird if you didn’t stare too closely. It flew along the rooftops beside them.
    From the murmurs around her, the people knew Allesandria had been attacked, but not by whom. Some stated confidently that King Laurence was dead, and Hiladi soldiers were even now marching upon the city. Others claimed the attack had come from Morova, and that Laurence should never have married Odelia. One man argued it was a rebellion from within, that the king’s Stormcrows were attempting to seize control.
    “Mark my words,” he said. “It’s the Deathcrows, Queen Rose’s personal killers. They’ve been waiting for the right time to rise up and destroy her usurper. It’s the second Purge.”
    Talia could see the wall now, burning taller than the trees. Armored Stormcrows peered through the windows of the towers to either side of the gate.
    Angry shouts broke out from those closest to the gate. From the left tower, one of the Stormcrows shouted, “By order of King Laurence, the city is sealed. Return to your homes.” His voice carried clearly through the protests of the crowd, far too loud to be natural.
    Talia glanced at the darkling, perched lazily upon a chimney. The darkling didn’t seem to notice the smoke passing through its body. “We could try to fight our way out.”
    “Storm the tower?” Danielle asked. “With a chisel?”
    “I have a hammer, too!” Gerta offered.
    “Do you have a better suggestion?” Talia asked, mimicking Danielle’s intonation from before.
    Danielle scowled. “Gerta, can you open the gate?”
    Gerta shook her head. “I can’t control it. I might be able to get through the flames, but