Ghola's wailing went on and on, driving a spike through the already aching center of my brain, the headache that started in Valhalla only getting worse. I wanted to comfort her but she had fallen to her knees at the foot of the wall, pressing her little cheek into the stone, smearing a river of crimson down the dull surface.

No one said a word, not for a long time. Shock held my tongue and likely did for my companions while the mourning of the little monster continued ...