Stone Circle he is without a heart

it had not been necessary to aid the phantasm pouring over the flatlands like oil, snaring rosina's body and carrying it along with the deluge. whatever malevolent power snaked between them both kept him aside; merrick did not dare ask to bear the mud-stained burden she had lashed to her own weight and dragged in entirety to easthollow.
he stood to her left as the daemoness heaved, lurched the pale husk and its flailing limbs;
rosina tumbling over and over and —
tongue lolled as clumps of mud were thrown upward from the strike of dead flesh against wet ground.
merrick feared nothing aside from the wreaking crack of magma deep within his starblack paramour, for this day she embodied all of ursus, and the bearwolves had come to claim what she would mete.