He stepped forward. The shadows raced over the throne in a frenzy. Another step. You want to tell me something, Throne, don’t you? He strode to the dais, reached out— The shadows poured over him. Hound – not Hound! Blood and not blood! Master and mortal! ‘Oh, be quiet! Tell me of this place.’ The wandering isle! Wanders not! Flees! Yes! The Children are corrupted, the souls of the Edur are poisoned! Storm of madness – we elude! Protect us, Hound not Hound! Save us – they come! ‘The wandering isle. This is Drift Avalii, isn’t it? West of Quon Tali. I thought there were supposed to be Tiste
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