.. escape me ... again..."The beast's other arm rose, both of its massive clawed hands opened... ... but Emmeline Winter did not run.If such monsters ...ould exist, if her father and grandfather before her had fought them, if she had been sent here, if so much was at stake, if her very presence gave the beast pause ... then surely there was something to this, more than she could see.She had to believe.She would persist.Emmeline's grip tightened around the neck of the axe, so tight her fingers. "Stroking her hair I tell her, "Touch her heart, slave. Gently. Feel how it fades? That is the essence of my pleasure."She stares into my eyes and I see her pupils widen with excitement. Looking down at the remains of the girl on the bed before her, I see her shudder. This girl used to be like her, and she will become like this girl in time.She reaches out her hand to slowly touch the dying girl's heart. Its beat has slowed and it's starting to become irregular but she'll live long enough.I put. The curving road allowed the train to take a more direct route to the port facilities without having to enter town or negotiate the ninety degree turn in the center of town.While Kat watched the mining activity, Bob was scanning the town. There was some foot traffic and a few mules packed with supplies headed for the mine, but it seemed the town existed solely to support the mine activity and most of the people were already at work.The flier that was stolen, and then crashed, was taken from the. He was much more fearsome than Barry in many ways.Jesse drove along the edge of the old growth pine forest. It seemed so strange to her how the trees all grew up the mountain just so far and no further. Marie gasped as they headed up what seemed an impossibly steep slope. When they crested the top of the hill and the snow cat became level again, she sighed her deep relief. At last they stopped at a sheer cliff.Jesse got out and motioned for her to do the same. He walked over to the edge and.