“I’ve paid the Astronomer for years now to look for a way to undo Apollion’s grip on my soul.” Disgust roiled through him. “So you pay him and he does your bidding?” “I pay him,” she said blandly, “but he also stands to benefit from any discovery.” “Why?” “He wants to find the answer so he might use it to become young himself. He is human—or used to be, before so much foul magic tainted his soul. He fears death more than anything.
