Tell her, Dar Sala-at, Minnum said. As for Riane—this new Riane—she loved Eleana still,and did not know what to make of this love or what to do with it. Weare both just beginning to build our power bases. Others,thicker darker lower, crouched on the rim of the southern horizon, perhaps already ridding themselves oftheir turbulent moisture.
The blackcrow, sensing the gathering storm, was nowin the highest branch of the tree, its wings folded tight against its sides. It was black as steaming pitch, its twelve-leggedbody segmented like an insect's, its bloated thorax protected by a hard carapace. Who is that? Pyphoros' angst-ridden voice rang through the dreaming plaza. She pushed down a flash of panic and felt for the pulse of the power bourns, but there was not even thefaintest trace of them.
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