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hit, the pain hammered her. Sheinhaled water and choked as the current flung her upward
again,playing with her. She spewed water into the air and pulledsmoke-poisoned, fire-heated air
into her wet lungs.

Then everything got worse. The stream became a waterfall thatplunged down the side of a cliff
and poured into the bay. Thecurrent flung her over the precipice amid a torrent of poundingwater.
The sensation of floating seemed to last both forever and notime at all, ending abruptly in horrific
pain. Her body crashedagainst rocks, water slammed her, and ribs and hips and legs allshattered
and screamed agony at once.

She was with the pain, in the pain, made of pain for an instantthat was an eternity, while her
blood boiled and her skin burnedand a fire erupted inside of her that was hotter than the
spellfirethat had destroyed the world around her.

Then . . .

Nothing.




Chapter 2
The Veil joins all the worlds —those that are, those that were, and those that will someday
be;they exist simultaneously within its compass. It is no-time,no-place, no-thing; infinite,
terrifying, unknowable. Its windsblow through the realities, its storms twist them, and even
itssilences cast long shadows.

Through the Veil, galaxies and souls travel as equals. In it,stars and gods and dreams are born,
live out their spans, and die.It is neither a heaven nor a hell, though men of uncountedrealities
have named it one or the other or both, and have builtstories and religions and civilizations
around their error.

The Veil . . . is. Uncaring, unchanging, andunchangeable, it nonetheless offers much to those who
know how toreach it and exploit it.

Within the Veil, the Star Council regrouped in answer to thesummons of a single powerful soul,
its members racing inward likestars in a tiny imploding galaxy — hundreds of brilliantpoints of
light spiraling toward an ever-brightening center.

The soul that summoned the Council was named Dafril. Dafrilyearned for the immortality of the
Veil, the power of gods. . . and a body of flesh. When Dafril’s soul hadthought it would claim
Kait Galweigh as its avatar, it had begunforming its thought patterns in female mode. Now things
werechanging. Kait’s compliance was ever more in doubt, so itbegan to shape itself toward a
male existence. A thousand yearsearlier, it, or rather he, and his friends had devised a plan
thatthey hoped would bring them all they yearned for. At last they wereclose to achieving their
dreams.

We have two orders of business, Dafril announced when allthe councillors save one — a missing
soul named Luercas —were gathered. First, we must prepare our avatars, for the hourof our
return draws near. Second, we must decide how we will dealwith the forces that have risen