Darkness: The Beginning, S. G. Ricketts [e book reader for pc txt] 📗

on the wind.

The cloud giggled, and Adair started. It giggled again, like a little child, yet the laugh held every atrocity, every evil thought and deed, and every horrid thing imaginable within it. Adair retched all over himself. The wind blew stoutly into the Elves faces, carrying the smell of burning, rotting flesh. A voice like nails on metal ground in his mind and he writhed. “So, I have conquered the Immortals, the Elves, second only to the mighty Dragons. And soon I shall conquer them also.” It folded in on itself until it had the vague form of a creature. The thing never stopped changing shape, grotesque and deformed in any of the shapes it chose. The Elf dry heaved again and grabbed his ears, trying to keep the voice out. Caoimhe sat in her place at the front, her hands clasped at her throat. Damn Men! Damn them for this thing they created!
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