To take you again into my sweet embrace and show you wonders from the darkness of your soul. Then I'll make you yearn for death while I rip open your mind and lay waste to everything you hold dear.

But all that will come later. For we have centu- ries, no, millennia to play our games. Come to me now and let me show you… let me show everything I have to offer.

Last night I dreamt again of Ysrthgrathe.

And when I awoke, the stench of death and cor- ruption still lingered in the air.

Through my bedroom window moonlight poured cold and blue. I rubbed my eyes, trying to convince myself that it had only been a dream. That the de- mons lurking in the shadowed comers were in my imagination. A conjuring of my mind only.

I shoved the covers away, letting the night air send gooseflesh across my arms and down my legs. Here by the sea on the northern coast of Scotland the weather stays chill and damp all year long. It had never bothered me before. But tonight, I felt the cold straight to my bones. All the better to keep me awake, I thought.

My feet shrank as they touched the cold bare floor. Grabbing my thick robe, I wrapped it tightly about me. It was made of real, heavy, woven cash- mere fabric, not that horrid synth stuff they sell nowadays.

I went downstairs and made myself some tea. It warmed my body, but I still felt chilled. I wanted to read, but I hated using the foul contraption Caimbeui had given me. The vidscreen gave me a headache and I could never bring myself to have cyberware implanted. Bodmod, cyberjunk, tickle- wires-whatever they're calling them this week.

Hadn't I done enough of that sort of thing to my- self in the past?

I shuddered as I thought about Ysrthgrathe.

Too soon, I thought. It's too soon.

But I knew it wasn't. The very thing I'd sought to prevent seemed to be happening. That is, if dreams could be trusted.

I dumped the tea into the sink and went and pulled a bottle of scotch from the pantry and splashed a hefty portion into a tumbler. It burned going down and brought tears to my eyes. I suppose the elves in Tir na n6g would be offended at my traitorous choice of beverage, but frag them. I hadn't been on speaking terms with either Tir for quite some time.