Wapun Meadow I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

Down she went. The rest, a blur. Pieces of slick meat pulled from a fragile chassis; like the babe, the mother drowned. She flailed against the dirt and then lay still, and over her lingered the menacing Merrick, vulturine. As he grinned up to Revui, the gunmetal man grimaced in return — breathing heavily, exhilarated, and soon, well fed.