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recently since he learned how I mishandled you. But he never discussed anything specific related to the Otherverse with me. Now, are you going to kill me or am I to continue in this state of muddled consciousness and long dreams?”
    “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay alive for at least a little longer. Warburm will still be here to keep you company.”
    “Nice for us both, I’m sure. Don’t wait too long, little brother. The longer you keep me around, the greater the chance that something will go amiss. And if I somehow regain my powers, this captivity isn’t something I’ll remember fondly. I made the mistake of not killing you when I had the chance. My advice is that you not return the favor. I know your weakness and you can be sure I’ll go after her first. If you’re going to play Ferguson’s games, you’d better have a spine of iron and a heart of stone. Maybe as The Lord of Earth, you have those things, but I doubt it. You love your little wizard bride too much and that love will be your downfall.”
    Sorial waited until Warburm had administered Ariel’s next dosage of the drug before departing. He wandered the camp aimlessly for a while, testing out his new leg and pondering his sister’s words. She had been unhelpful on the subjects of Justin’s plans and the Otherverse; if he was to learn more about them, it would have to be directly from The Lord of Fire. But her admonition and threat had unsettled him. True, she was no danger in her current state and, even if she regained the ability to control magic, he wondered whether she could marshal sufficient energy to be a peril. To underestimate her was foolish. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he should kill her immediately. But Sorial wasn’t ready to cede a wizard to Justin. He had to get the Lady Lavella to the Ibitsal portal as soon as possible to test her potential. Then perhaps he could finally grant his sister the surcease she desired.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE: THE EMISSARY
     
    Intimacy was difficult in a setting like the one in which Sorial and Alicia found themselves.  Although they had a small tent to call their own and were isolated in the “command” section of the refugee camp, the circumstances weren’t ideal for more than catching a few hours of fitful sleep. As a result, their coupling was brief and fundamentally unsatisfying. They fumbled and groped and ground against each other in the dark, trying to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible, always aware of the many people passing by outside. Added to that, it was a hot, sticky night in the height of Summer; the air within the tent was unbearably close with the flap closed.
    Once Sorial had climaxed, they separated and lay side-by-side on their backs, listening to each other’s breathing over the general hubbub of the camp. Sorial reached out his right hand to clasp her left. They were both aware of how short their time together was. There was no guarantee their future paths would converge once she set off on her journey to the Yu’Tar library. Acknowledging the fragility of what they had kept them both awake, desperately clinging to these last hours.
    “You need to figure out a way to pad that leg,” said Alicia once it was apparent neither of them was going to get much sleep. “I have bruises up and down my thigh from it.”
    Sorial chuckled. Sex for the first time with the stone replacement had been awkward. There were ways to make it more flexible and mobile, but he couldn’t do anything about its hardness. After all, rock was rock. “Wait till you see what I have planned for the arm.” There was no reason to fuse a stake of stone into his left shoulder unless it could serve a purpose but he had conceived a situation in which such an appendage could be useful. The next time he came up against a djinn, he didn’t intend to sacrifice any of his flesh.
    “Just make sure you keep this intact,” she reached between his legs. After saying that, she became strangely