And so, as Luubu snarled and finally wrapped his hands around Saam’s throat, I brought my own hands together and with those hands compressed the air around my sons. Folding it and folding it, like sheer Induun fabric, until they fell into each other’s arms, their last sound that of Luubu’s small and terrified gasp before I brought my hands together one last time, and smashed them together into a single small coin of flesh. A royal copan. And no sooner had the coin dropped to the floor than I picked it up and swallowed it.
