Chapter 19There was something almost comfortably familiar in the nightmare sight of the Maere city with its wraith-like towers and oceanic shingle of bones and rubble. I could not venture to say the same for its sole occupant, although the figure suddenly standing before me in my dream did strike me as familiar in some perverse way I could not immediately place. He wore the same clothing and regalia as Necocyaotl, along with the same cold, sardonic expression, but the actual face was completely different. I had seen it before, I knew, but not for a long time. I cast my mind back to the people I had known before I had been forced to flee my native land, and before I had become an Alvere... at which thought it finally struck me: his was the face I had once had, although the malicious, red-ti
