Epilogue: A Sting of Fangs
April 21, AD 643, Somewhere in Deira
Godric awoke with a gasp. He leapt out of bed, trembling, the dark dream fading away. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his heart.
These days he had a tortured relationship with sleep. He longed for its oblivion as much as he feared the vulnerability it brought him. The Undying had been making itself scarce, but every Fey knew that the dreaming time left you open to their influences. For him it was worse. He had already been caught in the web of one like a fly, just waiting for the sting of fangs. So he tried to keep himself awake as long as possible each night, until sleep stole his vigilance and he succumbed once again.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up. He stifled it, clapping a hand over his mouth. When he woke li
