Chapter eight
Sisciot ProxWhy do they do this? To tear apart the bodies of the fallen like that... It is horrible.
We may never know, Hana. No one can speak to them. Our only hope is to destroy them and their Master.
But how?
We have an arrangement, Lut and I. But he is not too happy about it.
Hana nods her head in agreement. Lutyond is not happy about anything in this turn of the Gyre. I tried to talk to him, but he will not listen. He clings to his humanity like a snail clings to its shell. Hana smiles ruefully. Maybe you can convince him otherwise.
Fyn only laughs at this.
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When Gwenn regained consciousness it was to the smell of mouldering damp and the drone of conversation. Someone, whose high piping voice sounded very familiar, was saying, “Hail to you, O Prime God. Fr
