“Why does Erawan do any of this?” A week after he’d asked the Valg king himself, Dorian still wanted to—needed to know. “Because he can. Because Erawan delights in such things.” “You made it sound as if he was the mildest of all three brothers.” “He is.” She ran a hand over her throat. “Orcus and Mantyx are the ones who taught him all he knows. Should they return here, what Erawan creates in these mountains will seem like lambs.”
