Arrow Lake bile quartet

The man's eyes were as bright and garish as a cloudless summer sky, and he felt them boring into his skull as they spoke. He was slightly put off by it, but held his ground, returning the gaze measure for measure.

Only one a generation? Hex repeated in query. Perhaps, then, Mae and Nicodem did not share his gift after all.

Nothing had been given him in a dream yet—at least, nothing tangible. He shook his head in reply, and was surprised to find that he was disappointed. The man could be speaking absolute nonsense, but his lack of a talisman—

—he suddenly felt bereft—

Maybe it will find me soon, he replied, and sank deeper into the water. The icy temperature rode the knife's edge of pain and pleasure, and he gritted his teeth against the sensation.