Jealousy, hate, envy, anger, and the other emotions and shadings in between, Hunter experienced. They were stark, comprehensible, invigorating. They fed him and the whisper grew louder. It was not something separate from himself. It was more as if something deep within was welling up, crowding out Hunter’s own thoughts and desires, filling him with . . . hunger, rage.Hunter recognized the erratic, rambling, distorted specter, the cold dispassionate droning, as the rage, suppressing all reason and compassion, that used to overwhelm him before he arrived at the School. He did not need unreason and rage, however. He needed a clear and precise focus, a mind unencumbered. Secreted within that hunger were glimpses of possibilities and insights he had never dreamed of. Accessing those possibilities, however, would mean succumbing to rage and letting the rage rule, but the whispers delivered a seductive message unencumbered by any moral constraints, freeing him to be ruled only
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