1)
“Who’re YOU?” Chantratha, who’s closest, demands. She has her sword raised menacingly, and so does Palonder.
But the dark and spectral form passes right through both blades without pause—and is upon her 2)
As she stiffens and gasps, plunged into a sudden cold so dire she can’t breathe, the darkness murmurs in her ear and Palonder’s, seeming to stretch itself so as to put two mouths nigh them both, “I could throttle you both, …#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 17, 2020
3)
…and freeze your hearts to stopping even as I withered your throat away to cracked bones, you know.”
“P-pray don’t,” Chantratha manages to chatter out. “I prefer gentler foreplay.”4)
The cold abruptly withdraws from her, rising up to form a dark head whose regard she can feel, though it has no face but utter darkness. A chuckle emerges from where its mouth should be.
“I like you, wench. You may live.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 17, 2020