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She slashed her hands through the air, and he howled With every gesture she sliced his skin open, writing her own nae that once belonged to the goddesses of the sea Blood pooled around his feet She covered him in her naoddess of elder days Older than old, yes? You played at an eternal life, but you will not know immortality"

He sobbed

"I am Yolandhe Look upon me You did not make me, but you reshaped me"

She forced hih her She drew on the etherea that was so rich within these upper levels of the palace, as though trying to quench a deep thirst

When she was sure he had seen her, she with her scars blazing triumphantly, she slashed out his eyes She admired her handiwork, satisfied She did no er of any consequence to her, for she sensed the arrival of her beloved Anticipation sent shockwaves of power through the palace, through the water-borne systeround shuddered

Her beloved strode toward her, giving Webster Silk, writhing in his collar of ice, a sidelong glance, but that was all His eyes ide, and all for her

"Is it really you?" he ht"

"Yes, my love"

"They told me you’d died That you’d perished in the war All my fault"

"No, my love, I was entrapped Held prisoner beneath the earth, but now I have e His third aspect, the corrupt, vile one, atteray eyes clouded, darkened in a storm

"It is time," she said, "to lance the poison in you"

His body convulsed then steadied His eyes were completely black "You are too late, Yolandhe All is mine"

"We shall see"

She warmed the room so that ice drip-drip-dripped into a crescendo of rain and steam rose up from the floor Webster Silk’s noose round, an icicle driven through his throat<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>