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grasped it about the coldfire blade. Absorbing its Worked
fae into himself, to support his unnatural life. Even from
across the deck Damien could see that the malevolent light,
once blinding, had been reduced to a hazy glow, and he
managed to come within three feet of Tarrant before he felt
its chill power freeze the spray on his hands. Whatever
store of malevolent energy that thing had once contained, it
was now nearly empty.

Tarrant turned to him, and for a moment his expression
was unguarded: hunger whirlpooled in his eyes, black and
malevolent. Then it was gone - the polished mask was back
in place - and with a brief nod of acknowledgment the
Hunter slid the length of Worked steel back into its warded
sheath, dousing its light. In the moonlight it was possible to
see just how much this trip had drained him, of color and
energy both. Or was that ghastly tint his normal hue?
Damien found he couldn't remember.

He took up a place beside the man, leaning against the
waist-high railing. Staring out at the ocean in mute
companionship. At last he muttered, "That was a bad one."
 "You know that I require fear."

"Worse than most."

The Hunter chuckled softly. "You've grown immune to
most of my tricks, Reverend Vryce. In the beginning it was
enough to plant suggestions in your mind and let them
blossom into nightmares on their own. Now if I mean to
make you afraid - and keep you dreambound long enough
for that fear to strengthen me - I must be more . . .
creative."

"Yeah. I know." He sighed heavily. "I just wish you
didn't enjoy it so goddamned much."

Below them the ocean was smooth and calm; only a
gentle swell and a hint of foam marked the place where the
prow of the Golden Glory sliced through it. The Hunter
turned back to study the water, searching for some hint of
power.

"See anything?" Damien asked at last.

Tarrant hesitated. "A light so faint that it might be no
more than my imagination. Or perhaps the first glimpse of
a foreign current, rising to the surface. If I had to hazard a
guess, I would say that we are now above the continental
shelf, where the waters are shallower. Not shallow enough