The Sentinels lovecraft

her wandering done, emaleth tucked herself into her father's embrace with all the trust embodied in her newborn body. so poignant was the moment that lasher felt tears stinging his eyes with their warmth -- he had loved constantine, casmir, eilidh, with all the fibres of his being, but perhaps here there was something more with his children, his witches. lasher laved the velveteen furs of her back with his tongue and whispered the fine gaelic words of an ancient melody into her folded ears, the same words that suzanne had used to draw him from the very air.