Chapter 385
"Uzbecky-what?" Micah demanded. "Where the hell is that?"
Jorick cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'm not sure."
"Isn't it Russian?" Loren leaned back on the porch and eyed the door. The members of The Black Vigil were in the half lit basement, having a meeting of their own, but they could be out any moment.
Katelina huddled into her coat. "I thought you knew everything, Jorick."
"Everything that matters. You forget, I left Europe for the New World long ago and until this little adventure I haven't been back. The Americas manage to be strangely isolated and seem to care very little for the goings on overseas. Even The Guild forgets anything else exists sometimes."
It sounded like what Fethillen had said, only in reverse. Everyone was short sighted. Not that she was any better. She puffed out a cloud of warm breath and tried to picture a world map. Her memory was foggy, and though she knew where Russia was, she wasn't sure how anything else connected to it.