‘Chilly enough for you, witch?’ She cackled again. ‘I knew you were no fool, Desert Snake.’ ‘Truth to tell, I’ll have to thank Picker for giving me the idea. The night I crossed paths with the Crippled God. That, and your hints about the cold.’ The witch twisted to glare at Kilava. ‘Bonecaster,’ she snapped. ‘Heed my words well – this warren is not to be assailed by you or your kin. You are to tell no-one of this, the final manifestation of Omtose Phellack.’ ‘I understand you, Witch. I begin, here, my own path to redemption, it seems.
