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Her
god came riding on the wings of a great horned owl.
Only
Leda saw him. Her and the Cu’alani, she noted with a sour frown at the
weeping boy. The kid had the sight, but it was too late. Far too late. The
rest of the coven swooned to the damp ground, falling in limp heaps around the
blood-blackened ‘Stone.
Benny
Wya Grey.
Mocking
Leda, golden eyes cast about. A sneer twisted thin, bitter lips.
Where
is he?
Then
he shouted it, his force driving her back a step. With a small cry of fear,
she crumpled before him.
Thou
cheap whore. Where is my prey?
Pressing
her hands to her face, Leda shivered.
Be
it not as I hath said?
He laughed. Thou art unworthy, mine beloved priestess. Already I another have
chosen. Leda made the sign of the twisted cross and he cocked his head. Another
way to devour his very soul. Benny Wya Grey, Laughing Grey-Wolf Person. He
shall be in mine hands this very night. Yea, Angie and Project Janissary shall
do the task I set thee to, thou fool.
My will shall be done. In the heavens and on this befouled earth. Here, I am
god.
He
gave Leda a bruising kick in the ribs. She moaned with fear and the sickening
knowledge everything she craved was lost.
Grotesque
caricature of a woman. Do thou think I know not of thine dealings with the
Spider? Harsh
laughter boiled out of him in a mocking avalanche that buried Leda completely.
The Spider, too, is mine-own slave.
The
Cu’alani whimpered in pain. He begged the Owl for release, for mercy. The
Owl gave him a gentle smile. He nodded at the boy and bathed in Cu’alani’s
gratitude.
To
Leda, he said in a low voice, I thirst.
Go thou fully this night the blood route. I shall see he survives to an
ending. Aye, and perhaps I shall even allow thee to live, as well. Perhaps,
he said, mocking her words to her lovers in the coven. But
only perhaps.
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