That’s why you’re so fucking conflicted, Zander. She did. It pulled her hair back to expose her forehead and high hairline, and gave the appearance that her entire face was being stretched gauntly over her bones. She wiggled her little stumps, and sparkling dust sprinkled from them. Oh, how resplendent they look riding full-tilt into the flank of the terrible foe, oh, they have saved us all! “Very good.” I said, wiping the specks of blood and brain from my face, “We will be rendezvousing with a troop of elven rebels. Only Gorlok held my gaze, unflinching and steady. Perhaps it was the secret smile she shared with me when Lady Jonias wasn’t looking, or maybe it was the knowing twinkle in her blue eyes every time we connected gazes. “What’s she talking about?”
Zander shrugged. She was beautiful, blonde, pale and slender, and she had no arms or legs. There’s no great mystery to my little sister, Zander. I smirked back. “The king sees through my eyes now.”
“And what does he have to say to me?”
“Go back
