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Another e shambled past, and Brys saw, amidst pale, skeletal branches and what seemed to be bundles of unravelled rope, flattened pieces of es showed extruded white tendrils By the Errant, that metal is armour, and those tendrils are …

The detritus tu beyond it Stationary, blockish, vertical shapes rearing from the plain

He walked towards theared comprehension It seemed iht and dry winds

And then he saw that the towering stones were of the same rock as the plain, and that they were indeed part of it, lifting as solid projections As Brys drew nearer, he saw that their surfaces were carved, an unbroken skein of linked glyphs

Six dolle of the trench wall

He halted before the nearest one

The glyphs formed a silver latticework over the black stone, and in the uneven surface beneath the syure Multi-lie projecting over a single eye socket The broad ated tendrils, the end of each sporting long, thin fangs, and it was closed to fors, barely suggested in the black stone’s undulations

The glyphs shrouded the figure, and Brys suspected they forence of the creature

The silver seerooves

Brys circled the dolmen, and saw other shapes on every side, no two alike, a host of nightard, hestone And found more

The fourth dollyphs had unravelled, the silver bled away, and where a figure should have been there was a suggestive indentation, atentacles for li was loose, and Brys did not think it was a god