Arrow Lake bile quartet

"perhaps," lestan muttered. "the talisman has its own screaming voice and will burn your flesh. that is how you will know it."
a forlorn look into that face to akin to his cousin's, and lestan turned, moving out of the icy water in a daze, drifting through the nearby trees until his dark form was swallowed among their shadows.
this memory too, his mind would rob from him.