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"Go inside, kill the usurper," Godking Wanhope ordered his Vürdmeisters "I’ll follow ht even obey It didn’t ht try to stop hiuards, and they, too, obeyed instantly

With his sto his Talent, weak and frail as it was, Dorian readied the weaves, not giving himself time to think He knew these weaves; he’d used the man It was probably too little, too late There was no way he could pay for what he’d done He should just smash Neph and die

No, that was the same old voice he’d obeyed too many times Every time he decided to think about the temptation, he fell into the teood, whether or not anyone ever knehether or not it was enough

With a deep breath and as much Talent as he could hold, he ripped the vir out of himself Parts of his Talent ripped aith it, as he cut deep, deep It ripped so ain control when his prophetic gift ca would come, and it would stay, forever

Finally, sickened, Dorian threw off the gold chains and the white cloak of his office "Solon Friend," he said, heaving a deep breath, "ride with an had no idea how the battle was going Shortly after the signal had gone up that Jenine had been recovered and he’d co those soldiers on the east side of the hill below the castle, flares had gone up behind the for all of the reinforcements But for the moment, none of it e castle, the expedition Logan had sent to recover Jenine was caught in a battle with a few hundred Khalidorans The ground here was covered with the black dust that was all that remained of Black Barrow It had settled quickly, but as the forces fought and as Logan’sthe battle

With six inches of dust on the ground, Logan didn’t dare a full charge If that black snow concealed pitfalls, horses would fall The riders behind, blinded by thick black dust, would ride right over their companions

Logan and his fore loouely bear-shaped, but an shouted "Ferali!"

He veered left A crowd of Khalidorans appeared out of the dust before hiet away from the ferali The Khalidorans were panicked, totally unprepared for the sudden appearance of cavalry, and Logan’s line plowed through them His destrier trampled half a dozen before the press of bodies beca with gaping littlehis helh an couldn’t see the rest of the creature except as a shadow against the lesser blackness of the dust

He lurched as a horse collided into the back of his destrier It jarred him forward and the men before him slowly yielded, either crushed, or faces laid open froe fire whizzed through the air and exploded against the ferali’s hide, doing nothing The

More screae pushed his ed to either side of hi from within as she hurled a flurry of fist-sized fire balls, some into the Khalidorans packed before the!" she shouted

The ferali suddenly disappeared, hunkering down into the earth

"Ah, shit," Logan said He’d seen this before The ferali wasn’t leaving or hiding, it was rearranging itself to use all its new meat The press of the lines pushed men toward it