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    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. There was nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. Nothing to indicate that my world as I knew it was about to fall apart.

    I did this because the bargain you offer may yet save lives by the millions and lay the foundation of a long-lasting peace. But do not mistake that, not for a moment, as my having been suborned to your every whim. Above us Sve Noc spared a glance, and so my knees were not made to buckle, but the Tyrant of Helike was offered no such protection.

    Twitching on the stone floor, Kairos rasped out a pained breath as the Grey Pilgrim stared down at him. Sharing that gaze, the Choir of Mercy looked upon the Tyrant without the slightest speck of compassion. But you are not forgiven, you creature of ruin and perfidy.

    This would be a curse, if a villain had been the one to place it. I wondered what it was to be called, when a heroic hand had done the placing. My brow furrowed. Would lying make Kairos make a mute or kill him? He exhaled a ragged breath. A moment passed and he did not die. Three heartbeats later the last remaining gargoyles ran out after him, as quick as their little legs allowed.

    I debated, seriously, reaching for the Night and just vaporizing the back of his head. Not yours. I could not truly ask more of him or begrudge his bitterness over having been led to this pass. Does he need healing? The Saint had knocked Roland unconscious, but aside from a red boot mark on his forehead the spellcaster should have no lasting marks. A concussion seemed likely, though, Named or not.

    Eye closure in darkness animates olfactory and gustatory cortical areas.

    The mark, I noted, had gone from bright red from light pink but it still remained highly visible. His eyes, for once without trace of a coloured ring around the pupil, met mine. I nodded. Behind us, as is mocking the quiet of the conversation now taking place, the crown continued lashing out around itself with tendrils of sorcery.

    Her aged figure still lay sprawled at the foot of the throne, still and silent. No one had dared to touch it. A band of five assembled before the eyes of princes and princesses of Procer had gone into broken Arcadia at the urging of the Black Queen, among them perhaps the two most famous heroes alive.

    Neither the Regicide nor the Peregrine would return from that journey. The treacherous Tyrant of Helike would escape with but a curse, and from the heroes the only survivor would be the Rogue Sorcerer — a hero little known, and a mage to boot.

    Sorcery was not well-trusted, in Procer, and seemingly rare in Levant.

    I blinked at her. It was a strange thing, to both love and be furious with someone in the same moment for the same reason. The Army of Callow would carry your corpse to the gates of Salia to make a funeral pyre of it.

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    And I shudder to think of what the drow would be, without their designated conscience. Hells, Pilgrim, your death alone would have Levant on the warpath but the Saint and you? I am the only practitioner among you, who best to shape this realm in what is needed of it? Even better. Touched as I was, I was just as infuriated.

    There will not be war. Godsdamned angels. And there is no injustice, Roland, in an old man being allowed to rest at last. The was a heartbeat of silence.

    At this crossroads, making this call. Liesse had been the crucible of my existence in a way nowhere else in this world could claim to be. Which of my triumphs and ruins had not been born of this place, or taken place among it? Twice, here, I had tricked life out of death. And the reply had been: at the threshold. Not through. Although, okay. The bitch was her own embellishment. In the entire twelve years that Mac had known Diaz, he'd never once addressed her with anything other than respect.

    Here and now, Mac didn't bother to answer him. No doubt about it, someone who spent a truckload of cash on the freaking roof of their house in these trying times had money to burn. Especially those who already had all of the cars and fancy houses and pairs of shoes that their billions of dollars could download. Some of them had been using the needle for so long that they'd sold off everything in their lives that had any kind of value.

    Homes, cars, exotic pets. Except for their weapons. Especially considering the skyrocketing price of gas. But eventually the frequent fliers even sold off their guns and ammo, and the cash went into a vein. But damn, they sure looked good, because Destiny gave them youth and good health, as long as you could ignore the whole violent addiction thing.

    Bach, too, even though their leader didn't wear a headset. She dipped her head down over the edge of the roof to get a peek into that partially open window. As they'd suspected, it led into a small bathroom. She reached over and unfastened the screen, pulling it from its frame. Bach thinks our guy's dosing again.

    What are you picking up? And please don't do it if you can't block the fear. And since, in this case, there were four of them, that fear was a powerful force that left a strangely metallic taste in Mac's mouth when she lowered her mental shields enough to let it in. But three were children, and even though she didn't know for sure, she would bet her life savings on the fact that at least two were under the age of ten. This can't be happening.

    As for their joker. Jealousy, to the point of hatred. He's gone. Bach's picking up signs of the vill's increasing telepathic power, but it's bouncing all over the place. The damn thing jammed. True, she wasn't in the best position to muscle it up, hanging over the edge of the roof with virtually no leverage. And that was why she'd been sent up here instead of Diaz, who was nearly twice her size.

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    Usually, she backed up Dr. But every other window in this Victorian monster of a house was painted tightly shut. And not even their esteemed leader Dr. Bach had the power to break that kind of seal without making a shitload of noise.

    Of course, there were times when a shitload of noise came in handy.

    Eye closure in darkness animates olfactory and gustatory cortical areas.

    Sometimes this kind of takedown went more quickly and easily when she and Diaz followed Bach's command to use good old shock and awe. But this time, Bach didn't want to go that way, and Bach knew best. And that wasn't Mac being snarky, that was Mac being real. Joseph Bach did know best. She strained to move the window, trying to gain traction on the slippery roof. It went up much easier now.

    Bach," Mac came back.