“You know, it’s not the Cataclysm, so much,” she observes. “It’s more that you might be our only hope of stopping it.” I gesture rudely as Eidhin shakes his head. “That is barely a concern—” “Thank you, Eidhin.” “Barely a concern next to the fact there are apparently three of him now.” “Gods. I’d almost forgotten that part,” says Aequa. “Proof that evil powers are at play,” adds Eidhin gloomily. I glare at him. He holds my stare for a long, long second. Expression unchanging. “Three of you. By all the dead and rotting gods.”
I love them
