16. The Lizard KingFer twisted around, desperate to pull herself free from the undain that had seized her. There could be no doubt this was a horror from Angere come to this world. Its mind was an emptiness where it should have glowed with light, and the sense of malign wrongness coming from the creature made her sick. It was a walking corpse, a devourer of others' lives. And it had hold of her.
For a moment, the crowds, the guards, Johnny, everything faded. There was only her and the creature. She met its gaze, and recognition flashed through her. She knew this undain. She had met it before. That same handsome face and raven-black hair. On the banks of the An one bright morning, walking north with the spice merchant Merdoc. Memories she'd blotted out, partly from the pain she'd experienc
