By Colleen Foley
Magic long spent, I butchered everything. Bastard
had turned his dog, a once- proud and beautiful husky. The one thing I
destroyed without joy. I felt like a self-contained distortion of
reality-an implausible amalgam of strength, abandon, and blood-lust. It
disgusted me even as I reveled in it.
When there was nothing left moving, I turned to Seth, grinning.
“And now brother, your turn.”
He raised his hands to cast, and I nodded assent.
“Trammel me if you have to. Then find him and kill him. Please.”
I dropped my head, closed my eyes, and surrendered to my brother.
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