Durach was waiting for me. Not LeStrang; nothing that looked like LeStrang. This was the real Durach, and he was not something you would want to see a second time, nor anything you would care to remember, if you could help it.
He wasn’t human; he was a monster, a freak. Yet, he looked much like anyone else. It was the inside of him that was so different.
Durach wasn’t alone as I found myself standing there before him. Two women and several men were in the big arched room with him. None of them were any more pleasant on the inside than Durach. Jelahn’s dive on the North Canal seemed like the memory of an anteroom to paradise compared with the feeling in this room of Durach’s.
It was filthy and obscene, and it made me mad; it made me shaking mad to think that a chance thing like these fre
