![]() ![]() To be honest, I really don’t want to deal with it.īut, as bad as I have it, the Master of Animals got it worse. ![]() A small shiver courses through me even now as I remember.Īll those cleverly crafted layers of armor I wore were shucked away in a week of imprisonment, and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it. I’d done a damn fine job of it too-if I do say so myself-before I came to the Otherworld. ![]() I’d spent the better part of a decade fighting the idea that I was a victim. There’s nothing-except maybe the wounded look in my eyes-that I have to show for all those parts of me that were altered in different, more fundamental ways. After a particularly nasty skirmish with Karnon, the mad King of Fauna, I now have scaly forearms and claw-tipped fingers too.Īnd those are just the changes you can see. ![]() Of course, wings aren’t the only thing different about me. Even folded up, the tops of my wings loom well above my head and the tips brush the back of my bare calves. I stand in front of one of Des’s gilded mirrors, both horrified and transfixed by the sight. The black iridescent feathers glint under the dim lights of Des’s royal chambers, now black, now green, now blue. “We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.” ![]()
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