“These seem to be all the help I need,” she said thoughtfully, hollowly, watching the shadows float along her arms. They caressed her, stroking her cheek, down her throat. They swirled along her torso, her breasts, her thighs, as if seducing her. “Yes, but the shadows do not love you. The shadows cannot heal you.” “Oh, you are quite mistaken. The Darkness indeed loves me.”
