I strolled along behind Meras, who dragged an unresisting Amitzas as if he were any victim, rather than one of his own. As first of the Mahid, he was exceptional, apparently perfectly able to ignore Father battering another of his family to death behind us. Outside I was the same nasty boy I'd become over the last little while. Inside I was in a sweat and a roil. How was this possible? How
Published on July 14, 2009 18:05