Again, I nodded. And smiled in pleasure. Eggar of Fyodor was a man after my own heart. Of all the mortals I have met while inhabiting this world, this old bowman with his flashing eyes and sharp wit was the one who knew me like a brother.
“A burning beacon works both ways, Eggar,” I began, speaking very softly so no prying mind might hear us. “If her mind draws evil from out of the Netherworld to destroy us, it also can direct me to the source which directs all to its will. I do not believe in prophecy, old friend. I do not believe in the tales of dragon and human gods warring with each other, with dragon gods finally winning out and destroying all of humanity. But I do believe there is a source, a powerful wizard, who controls much of the Netherworld as well as the minds and hearts of t
