and we made him remember—his eyes welling with tears as the voices in his head, from another life lived heedlessly not long ago, came surging forth from the dark cracks of his mind, as they had done for the past six months, with the empress’s help. We made him smell the burnt flesh. We made him feel the slickness of our blood.
Picture Mylo! Claggor! Vander! Mom! Dad! Me!
