Beatrice Beecham's Ship of Shadows
The movement left jagged slashes of light in the air.
“The time for witches and their gullible servants has passed,” Alison said, and in her voice there was nothing but malice and power. “Behold the nature of your Master.”
Edward’s mind was filled with terrible images, images of death and destruction, with creatures sculpted in forms that he could not fathom, impossible things, deadly things, and inside his mind they crawled like thousands of tiny spiders across his brain, through his brain, burrowing into the cavities, making the inside of his skull itch.
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