Awakening what?
Perhaps no more than your sluggish wits, he tried to tell himself half-jocularly. But the jibe did nothing.
‘I heard Him as I travelled the dreamways. He walks among us again... Ahmral.’ Jarry’s words returned to him. Mad Jarry, driven into drink and violence, yet made suddenly eloquent by whatever it was he had seen, or felt. Was that what he was doing now, travelling the dreamways? Or was his mind softening, like Jarry’s? Before he could pursue the question, other words came, keen and penetrating: the Whistler’s.
‘He is evil personified...
‘Out of the heat of the Great Creation...
‘He wanders the worlds... A predator... A parasite, in search of a host...’
A host.
Vredech could feel unwelcome thoughts rolling towards him. Thoughts that would lead him into who could
