"The world still feels ... off."That is unusual," Faoril announced. "I would have thought the fabric of reality would have settled by now." She sat do...n at the last seat and pulled out the journal of the foul warlock Fireeyes."Are you really reading that?" Sophia groaned. "That man was foul. He desecrated those poor men he dominated." Knowledge should always be digested," Faoril answered. "As I explained, the moral injustice has already been performed. Now the more moral choice is to try and. We could have taken our time.Wanda’s body had been neatly skinned. Her outer skin was drying from nails driven into the ceiling by her tormenter. The sight of what was left of our pretty, sweet, young assistant caused several of our hardened soldiers to vomit.The patrons and staff were separated and questioned for hours. Their stories were checked out and compared against every other story. Those whose facts didn’t hold up were deliberately interrogated by seasoned investigators until they were. In times long past, a few had made the trip, had brought jewels that now grace the treasure boxes of the court and of a few wealthy merchants and warlords, and they had brought back the knowledge of that place — what had been knowledge, long ago, but now, by the relentless workings of time, had been blurred, reduced to a rumor, a legend, a distant tale.He knew that his chances were zero, but what had he got to lose? He sold everything he had — little enough — and set out, on foot — the path. He was still hung up on the woman. Oh Jesus, he thought, fumbling with the zipper on his expensive trousers. The zipper lock slowed him down. He'd never make it! Then it slipped free and whirred all the way down to his crotch. Jason clutched the wet-head hard and scurried toward the other end of the table where Carolyn's head lay but a few scant inches from the edge. He could lean over that far. She wasn't getting off this easy, by god, she had somethin' coming and she was gonna get it! The.