Begin the preparations. Ber’ok, scatter that handful of otataral dust in the cabin—the Tiste Edur sorcerer’s warren remains open and, in this place, it will quickly become a wound…a growing wound. The time has not yet come for such unveilings.’ The speaker then lifted its mangled head and seemed to sniff the air. ‘We must work quickly,’ it announced after a moment. ‘I believe we are being hunted.’
