Prologue
Prologue “Mother, I cannot kill an innocent,” Allisandre said, tossing her curtain of silky black hair over her shoulder. She paced to the edge of their cave like chamber in Erebus, deep in the belly of the earth. The home of the Greek Furies, infernal goddesses who existed only to avenge and punish and rain death on wrongdoers. Allise’s mother Tisiphone stood, waves of crisp silver-white hair bursting forth from the hood of her tattered black cloak. Tisiphone clutched a cane in her gnarled hand, leaning heavily on it as she moved toward her daughter. Allise saw the determination on her mother’s heavily wrinkled and age-spotted face; at the moment, her mother looked every bit the crone, fitting in perfectly with her sisters Alekto and Megaera. Three ancient witches with the power to cont
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