Chapter Nine
Musings
Saviadro’s eyes snapped open. His mouth gaped wide in a silent scream. His long fingers reached up to massage his jaw as he eased it shut. His mouth was filled with a bitter tang. Twin orange sparks stared up for a moment at the cloud-covered sky before he rose into a seated position.
The dark cloud was similar to the one that had once shrouded the dark lands on Ralvaniar. He had to admit, it was effective. After his agonizing flight from Melaquenya, he found he no longer had any tolerance for sunlight. The new races of children he had bred didn’t care for it either. The large mass of cloud produced with the assistance of the magic he had stolen provided both protection, and the ability to defend the lands he had chosen from the invading armies of the so-called Free
