That vision. Dream. Or was it a memory? A memory of … the Sahar. Of the soul inside the Sahar. Natania, a haemon who’d lived and died five hundred years ago. Died so Maahes and Nyrtaroth could bind her soul to their lodestone to give it limitless power. Natania’s bitterness over her lovers’ betrayal would explain the seething hatred and violence that filled the Sahar. Five hundred years of imprisonment in a bit of rock could have only
