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She had other names for the stars

"Heed me, that which opens in the east

Heed me, that which closes in the west"

Did he hear other voices, an echo of her own, singing along the gleah the stone loo rises

Answer our call, Fat One"

As she wove, she wept He saw it, then, the cluster of seven stars he knew as the Crown of Stars but which she called the Shaht in her rew so dizzy that he would have fallen over if the hounds had not shouldered under hi out of the east, cli, until he realized that the spell had woven around hiht inside it as tiht The Shaed on, torches blazing along the walls, the cries of the woundedache in his te frantically

"Let e have woven come loose Let each on our place hold the pattern"

She sang their nalittering threads of the spell "Spits-last Falling-down Adica Hehoyanah Brightness-Hears-Me Two Fingers Shuashaana!"

It was s rose Jedu, the Angel of War, near to the pale rose star of the ancient one, the Red Sage, known as Aturna The Lady of Plenty, brilliant Mok, set in the west as the Penitent laid down his heavy burden, touching the horizon

The Crown of Stars reached the zenith, high overhead, crowning the heavens Below the earth, unseen, the sun reached nadir

"Let the weaving be co, triuht flashed in her antlers and ripped through her like lightning

"Adica!" he screa forward, but the hounds knocked hi and shuddering that threw hiht exploded before his eyes A howl of fear rose from the throats of the Cursed Ones Their attack faltered and they broke, running

But it was too late

Magic tore the world asunder

Earthquakes ripple across the land, but what is seen on the surface is nothing coround Caverns collapse into rubble Tunnels slanificent cities of the goblinkin, hidden froarded, vanish in cave-ins so massive that the land above is irrevocably altered Rivers of molten fire pour in to burn ahat survives

Fire boils up under the sea, washing a wave of destruction over the vast whorled city beneath the waves, ho to rhythms born out of the tides, corpses bob on the swells and sharks feed Survivors flee in terror, leaving everything behind, until the earth heaves again like a fish thrashing in its death throes The sea floor rises Water pours away into cracks riven in the earth, down and down and down,into every crevice until the backwash disgorges stea water back into the sea

The caves in which Horn’s people have sheltered flood with stea water A storm of earth and debris buries Shu-Sha’s palace Massive waves obliterate a string of peaceful villages along the shores of Falling-down’s island Children screa water

White fire spears up into the dragons which, launching into the sky in alarotten into the air above the fjall where Spits-last and his kinsfolk stand in the midst of their stone loom, one old oman by each stone and the crippled sorcerer in the e, but before they can reach the safety of the earth their hearts burst Blood and viscera rain down on the huainst the stones The hail of scalding blood burns flesh into stone,

A tsunami of sand buries the oasis where the desert people have camped, trees simply flattened under the blast of the wind The lion women race ahead of the storm wave but, in the end, they, too, are buried beneath a mountain of sand Gales scatter the tents of the Horse people, winds so strong that what is not flattened outright is flung heavenward and tossed roughly back to earth, so ues around Queens’ Grave erupt into fla, where arrows and war had spared them