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Usually when I had this many questions, I took action I tracked sos I s for me to do except cool my heels

Unless I wanted to use e and slaughter thes But that see a bad person would do So hard to be a good guy According to Beezle, the jury was out on whether or not I was succeeding Killing a bunch of innocents just so I could get my ould definitely cross a line

So I waited The moon set The sun rose My eyes reht touched the tops of the trees, I thought I saw a figurethe branches Aside fro watched made it i the back of my neck prickle was probably the same creature that had disturbed the birds earlier It was just a flash of so Or it ht have been yet another creature that wished me harm

My throat was scratchy froht it was fine to live on mead or whatever had been inelaborate fantasies about a truckload of iced bottled water falling fro that, I’d settle for soods wouldn’t have do drops from the clouds But the sky was clear and cloudless, and no relief was coher I got ry, more thirsty, and a headache built behind my eyes There was very little e see stupid, like clihtfire at whoever stood guard and then taking Batarian hostage until he released s

I heard movement on the ay below and leaned carefully out over the edge to see

Litarian was crossing underneath the platforure out hoould get up the ladder with that stuff when a rope flew up fro up the roof, and returned to Litarian’s waiting hands

He placed the bowl and cup inside a sack and tied the sack to the rope

"Won’t that spill everything?" I muttered, but the sack was already on its way up to ed leather I unknotted the tie at the top, expecting to see the contents slathered all over the inside But the bowl and cup rested neatly on the bottom, almost as if Litarian had placed them on a tray and carried the oaty in it The cup was filled with the same honey-colored , Litarian yanked on the rope until the sack returned to him He coiled up the rope and continued without soto you, too," I said loudly

I tipped the board my mouth--Litarian hadn’t bothered to provide a spoon--and tentatively tasted as inside

The porridge was good, kind of nutty, and seeh it was very unsatisfactory and leftmore thirsty than before

The silence of the forest was broken by another of the eerie, metallic cries that had interrupted my sleep This time another voice joined in, and then another, and another

The sound seemed to worm inside my ear and permeate my brain I threwto block out the noise It grew louder and louder asto and fro again, as they had the day before

However, the warriors did not enter the forest They set up a perie and waited, watchful and still The alien song grew louder, more persistent, and I knew that whatever e It was an army, and the fae were ready for war

The pain inreached a crescendo, it suddenly stopped I raised my head, my breath held The first creatures leapt froreen blur

The fae fired arrows, and when the creatures were close enough the warriors pulled out daggers for hand-to-hand fighting Both the fae and their enemies moved so quickly that I couldn’t easily identify the creatures

After a few moments I realized what they were, and why their cries were so faent’s status forever, I had lost a soul named Jayne Wiskowski She had been killed by one of theserown insect, it had threatened uard of a vast ar Shortly after that I’d killed ave the bug another thought

At the time I’d assumed it had been sent by Azazel or Titania, and I had not seen another one since Until now

But how had a creature froo? One of my enemies had to have a way into and out of this place, despite Batarian’s insistence that the borders of the world were closed, even despite the evidence of ic, which would not create a portal for me to leave

There was a way, but who controlled it? Whoever it ould not be friendly to me, for sure The mantis I had killed had told et to , just another casualty in an ongoing war