SEEMA STREAKED THROUGH the waking city. Every building had its hidden entries and exits, and she'd found a hole big enough she could slip out of the vaulted mausoleum of a building the Athanatos called home. Dodging pre-dawn delivery vans and garbage trucks, she made her way back to the warehouse by the river.
The blade of the Even Star. It had been a very long time since she'd heard that spoken of, even longer since it was done in anything more than whispers. Do these humans know of what they speak? Even the words held power, deep and inky and stealthy, like the nighttime river waiting to pull you down into its depths. She paused as a spine-rattling, body-shaking shiver passed through her.
A weapon that could slice a soul from its body, leaving both alive, if one could call it that: th
