Still, afterward, he could not bear thesight of himself, and so he transformed his body into the one Kurgan knew as the Old V'ornn—skullcopper-dark, aged as morte-wood, hands crinkled like tissue. I told you about them. Yes, magnificent magical carpets. Riane nodded, apologizing.
It is for you. The daemonic sigils continued their assault on the fabric of Otherwhere. She had the more pressing problem of survival toconsider. Her first impression was of a violent swirl of colors, a veritable rainbowof finely woven fabrics, all in a pattern of wide diagonal stripes.
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