The Sentinels i would die for her, i would kill for her; either way, what bliss

her cries immediately birthed guilt in the man, but taltos whirled grimly upon her as she confirmed what he had suspected. necromancy! she had not yet seen six months! "who was it who told you that you were capable of such things?" he advanced upon her, demanding with cold stare the name of the one who had whispered wickedness into her ear -- in all his years, he had met only one witch with that power, and it had gone terribly indeed.

yet he turned from deirdre then; he stepped into the clutching steam of the pool and fished the spine from its depths. "this," he growled in hard tones born of fear and anger, "belongs to no wolf, but to a deer. you understand life and also death, yes? when you think your sister dead before it is confirmed, she might as well be. do not think such things, deirdre mayfair. have hope."

and yet he had none, for he had lost much and gained little.