Chapter 46: SerovateSEROVATE STRUGGLES TO pull away. I tighten the rope, the chain I’ve formed of so many lives, and bind him there, surrounded by leering faces at the edge of the fog. I tie off one set of dreams after another and cast the dancers out of the circle.
The last to go are Ravel—aware and resisting as I push him out, shaking and yelling when he realizes I can’t come with him—and Haynfyv, unconscious but still breathing. I have to shoulder him aside, fighting against the grasp of death that surrounds us, aware my sturdy ropes have unravelled to bare threads as I free one victim after the other.
Serovate stops resisting. He raises one hand to tap on the side of his mirrored goggles. It’s just the two of us left amidst a whirl of sickly yellow, half-formed shapes churning in the
