You
The path to Oblivion.
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"You needn't think those rocks will work on me," said Andolin.
"I don't think anything," said Perdix, chanting a spell in his mind.
The old man stood before the Ichor. He looked old and totally exhausted. He bent his head and coughed. This time blood splattered the front of his layered tunic.
Andolin stared at the droplets. The tip of his tongue licked his bottom lip. It was all the distraction that Perdix needed.
He broke the string around his neck and thrust his hand into the pouch. Without looking, Perdix knew his fingers had grasped the correct crystal. It burned inside his palm.
The alchemist flung the blue crystal wrapped with the chain that held the locket with the locks of hair the Queen had given him so long ago. Andolin flung up his arm to ward off the deadly thing, but it was no use.
The Ichor threw his head back and roared.
It was a sound like nothing Perdix had ever heard, and the old man cupped his ears against the deafening noise.
He looked left and right, and seeing the coast was clear, bolted for the exit to the caves.
Just as he was squatting down to grasp the edge of the ledge, he felt a touch on the back of his shoulder.
"One finger would send you plummeting to your death, dear alchemist."
"Oh, god," Perdix gasped. "It's you."
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Vampyre: Desire Immortal
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