Mist wove itself around me, Chaos burbling her song of rage and delight. Come for me? How dare these children of my realm offer any kind of veiled threat to their mistress? I would crush them, devour them, send their meager souls back into Creation's arms in screaming agony. Well, Chaos would. I did my best to rein her in and give benefit of doubt to exactly what "come for Eve" actually meant.

"Know now," the same lead harpy said, her voice settling from the high-pitched ...