Porcupine Ridge They managed to rob the New Sheoth palace vaults? Curious.

Diseases of the mind.

Did he have that? The spirits called to him. But he was not yet dead. 

He could not purge the image of her vomiting up black bile—

As long as it is not catching, Hex replied, voice faint. I think I might have a disease of the mind, too. But show me your bones, please.

His golden eyes rested upon her bi-colored face. He pitied her. He pitied himself. Perhaps this was the meeting of two pitiful creatures, each wrestling with their own demons.