pass.
“Banshees can take no physical form,” Rosivok, the oldest, largest Subartan said. “But they can use others. It is said they can control any creature at hand.”
“Only those whose lives they have already stolen,” Sharryl said, adjusting her stance just a bit, though she did not turn around. “Unless. . . . ”
“The wolves,” Jaffic, the youngest Subartan said for her. “I saw some yesterday, trailing us.”
“It is true,” Rosivok told Frost. “We all saw them. And they might make fine allies for a nest of banshees.”
“Then beware wolves!” Frost told them. “I have the banshees to manage, and they are much stronger than I imagined. And many, I think. Not ten or twenty, as we were led to believe, but perhaps a hundred, and already they do not like the force of my will upon them.” He paused, eyes closed, and spoke under his breath. Then he opened his eyes again and glanced up to the sky. Good, he thought, nodding to himself. “I have them subdued for the moment, but they may be holding back, plotting an answer. They have not survived death so long for lack of resource.”
The banshee's faint wailing suddenly stopped altogether. Silence grew thick in the pass, though Frost took little comfort in
“Banshees can take no physical form,” Rosivok, the oldest, largest Subartan said. “But they can use others. It is said they can control any creature at hand.”
“Only those whose lives they have already stolen,” Sharryl said, adjusting her stance just a bit, though she did not turn around. “Unless. . . . ”
“The wolves,” Jaffic, the youngest Subartan said for her. “I saw some yesterday, trailing us.”
“It is true,” Rosivok told Frost. “We all saw them. And they might make fine allies for a nest of banshees.”
“Then beware wolves!” Frost told them. “I have the banshees to manage, and they are much stronger than I imagined. And many, I think. Not ten or twenty, as we were led to believe, but perhaps a hundred, and already they do not like the force of my will upon them.” He paused, eyes closed, and spoke under his breath. Then he opened his eyes again and glanced up to the sky. Good, he thought, nodding to himself. “I have them subdued for the moment, but they may be holding back, plotting an answer. They have not survived death so long for lack of resource.”
The banshee's faint wailing suddenly stopped altogether. Silence grew thick in the pass, though Frost took little comfort in