Chapter 9
Possession
At the command of the half-dead man, the soldiers did unspeakable defilement to the corpses. Otchigen watched it all, willing himself to remember it all. He didn’t know how, but he would make these warriors pay for what they did.
Suddenly, there was not one heart in his chest. There were thousands.
He retched and lost consciousness.
You may think you are your own man. You are not. Your anger is futile. Nothing can save you. You are not you any longer. And soon, you and I will be so intertwined that there will no longer be a you or I. Far better, I think, than the intimacy of the marriage bed.
Not one flesh. One will. One mind. One desire.
To devour.
Otchigen stood in the stylite’s valley. The pillar had toppled. The body of the stylite was splayed out on one of
