Godric stumbled away from the house, his legs wobbly, trembling from head to foot. Only two thoughts ran around and around in a loop through his tattered excuse for a mind.
I’m free. I gotta get out of here.
The litany helped to suppress the memory of the Undying leaving him; of that awful, wrenching feeling like his soul was being torn out of his body. He had thought he was going to die. He must have come close.
Memories of all that happened over the past few months whirled like a kaleidoscope. But the past few days were a black hole. He had been nearly lost to the Undying’s presence. Words had brought him out. Begone and stay far from this creature of God.
He puzzled over them. Was he a creature of God? He had never thought about it much before. The Fey of his time were eclectic in
