‘You should have left her alone,’ Karsa Orlong said quietly, his voice devoid of inflection. Behind and around the giant were gathering ghosts, chained souls. We are both servants of the same god! You fool! Let me speak! I would save Sha’ik! ‘But you didn’t. I know, Bidithal, where your sick desires come from. I know where your pleasure hides—the pleasure you would take from others. Witness.’ Karsa Orlong set down his stone sword, then reached between Bidithal’s legs. A hand closed indiscriminately around all that it found. And tore. Until, with a ripping of tendons and shreds of muscle, a
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