Eyes like twin pits surveyed the land below, and a sucking dread moved in me, for it was a face I’d seen before, the same sepulchral visage I had witnessed in dreams and in visions of times unrealized. The Prince of Princes and Prophet of the Cielcin, anointed of the Watchers who dream beneath the stars. Aeta ba-Aetane and Shiomu. The Scourge of Earth. The thing that would be king. Syriani Dorayaica.
