‘Ah,’ Creon said, still so pleasantly conversational – as if I had admitted to dropping a plate, not to worming my way into the minds of others to bind them to life-threatening promises. ‘I see you’re starting to understand why I tried to hide that demon magic from you.’ For a split second, I forgot to be disgusted with myself. ‘What?’ ‘Blood-curdling, isn’t it?’ From the tone of his voice, he could have been talking about the weather. ‘Really not the sort of powers that were ever supposed to be wielded by creatures with any empathy or sense of morality. It gets a little better over time, if
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