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Pearl shifts in his seat, straightening his back, and a shaft of light falls across his face. The irises of his eyes are completely black: fat scarab beetles that swallow the light. He cursed, the sound soft and low, reverberating in the tunnel as he led them away from those already wounded, as others raced ahead of them, crying out warnings, raising the alarm. Exactly. Theyre lying, but why? Rowan sinks into the sofa. A follow-up to what? If he were still a local newspaper reporter there may be some purpose to writing an anniversary piece– some nostalgic remember when article for readers to coo over, uttering inanities about what they might have been up to so long ago. He supposes he could check the date and see if theres a significant anniversary coming up. She picked up her brush once more, flicking bloody droplets from the bristles.* * * Don ended the call, and Gabriel shoved his phone into his jacket pocket. With every passing hour, the chances of finding Phillips alive diminished. He grabbed his case and walked toward the front of the house. Max was already there waiting for him. He swallowed hard.But your duty is to the Feyna as a whole and often the Shistra-Phail must perforce operate outside that law. My brother is the wisest voice here, Ariah. You must admit that. Though he has no magic left, he still has wisdom and knowledge. We need that. And your people will follow his word as if it was your own. Youre gross. His old cuttings arrived a few days ago, along with the rest of his possessions. Theyd been stuffed into boxes and bin bags and piled into his ugly, battered car. His latest ex-partner, Roxanne, had paid somebody she knew from work to drive it up to the Valley and abandon it on her drive. Rowan had encouraged his sister to set light to it – to let everything he used to be go up in a puff of smoke. Instead, she and Snowdrop set about sorting through it. Be careful. Those stairs dont look too stable. And she was upset. Far more than was appropriate for the Ariah trying to deal with a stubborn Shaman. Youre not my Jeren! He kept the knife between them, and fear clawed at the back of his throat, though he used everything in his power to push it down. Male? Female? Karen asked. I dont need anything, said Samara. Other than a drink. Self-employed, they chorus. Rowan tries to hold her gaze.Ive seen it. Its a wild boar, isnt it? Did you ever see that card? Gabriel took a deep drag, held it in, and let it go slowly..