Chapter 19 The naj was in position atop of Lathwi’s roof—the moonless night cloaked its presence as well as any shadow. It was excited, impatient; as anxious as a pregnant bride. As it waited for the addict to take action, it reviewed its plans for the hundredth time. Once inside the house, it would secure the talisman and subdue the sorceress—preferably in that order. Then, with both prizes in hand, it would return to Malcolm Blackheart’s stronghold. That odious little stump of a man would have the other talismans out and ready for the ritual which would call the Dark One back to Her world. How convenient! For the naj meant to knock him unconscious and perform the rite itself—using his body instead of Lathwi’s. It bared its teeth as it envisioned him writhing beneath the Dark One’s weig

