He lay on a bed in a room with a marble floor and marble walls. Hanging on those walls were tapestries woven of a dull gray fiber, faintly metallic. Looking at them, Zahrias realized they were ni-khar, a substance that repressed the powers of all fire elementals. He would not be able to call his flames to him, or blink himself out of the chamber and thus away from this place.
Clever, Lyanna. But then, stupidity had never been one of her numerous faults.
The light coming in through the tall, narrow windows was constantly shifting, moving from red to green to amber and back again. That was the way of it here; on this plane, there was no sun, no moon, only a light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. After spending so much time in the world of mortals, that light felt wrong to h
