a lack of ... of whatever mortals deemed vital
to their souls. Ripped from him by his father.
And that Valg demon.
The spider seethed. “I took two decades
from a young merchant’s life in exchange for
my silk. The gift of his shifting flowed
through his life force—some of it, at least.”
All those eyes narrowed on Manon. “He
willingly paid the price.”
“Kill her, and be done with it,” Asterin
murmured.
The spider recoiled as much as the king’s
invisible leash would allow. “I had no idea our
sisters had become so cowardly, if they now
require magic to skewer us like pigs.”
Manon lifted Wind-Cleaver, contemplating
where between the spider’s many eyes to
plunge the blade. “Shall we see if you squeal
like one when I do?”
“Coward,” the spider spat. “Release me,
lily
(lily)
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