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power—had learned it just enough before he’d
killed the spider.
It was now a matter of convincing his
magic to become like that shifter’s power.
Whether it had ever been done with raw magic
before, he did not know.
Be what you wish, Cyrene had told him.
Nothing. He wished to be nothing.
But Dorian kept peering inward. Into every
hollow, empty corner. He need only do it long
enough. To master the shifting. To sneak into
Morath and find the third key. To then offer
up all he was and had been to the Lock and the
gate.
And then it would be over. For Erawan,
yes, and for him.
Even if it would leave Hollin with the right
to the throne. Hollin, who had been sired by a
Valg-infested man as well. Had the demon
passed any traits to his brother?