twelve
The Reed girl took forever to get to sleep, but the moment she finally dropped off, Jadwiga was there and waiting. It was easier to find the dream a second time, once she knew the flavor of it, easy enough to go directly there from her own sleeping body without having to travel the space between in her spirit form.
What would she say? There had been so little time to prepare, dragged away from the congress and then from Galbraith’s stronghold, back to her familiar little room in the endless gray.
The impossibly tall, inhumanly beautiful woman sat regally on the bed, ensconced in a mantle of shadows. The literal face adopted by the Face of the Shadow. Strange, but only a short while around that mad Hawk, and Jadwiga had begun to think of the illusory woman as Vivian.
“You are fun
