Chapter threeWhat I intended to do was go out and steal the Prism of Power.
Just how that desirable objective was to be achieved I didn’t yet know. From what I knew of the temple to Dokerty I might be able to sneak in using the secret passageways. Veda could probably make a fair shot at mapping them for me. There were those damned Whiptails to consider. The Katakis presumably were no longer finding rich pickings for their slaving habits among prisoners of war. So they’d signed on as guards for the temple. Once the wars began they’d be at their despicable trade, like a flock of Rippasch, ripping flesh.
The silence in the room held after Veda’s last remark. She’d spoken with more passion than at any other time during the whole talk. The pallor of her face was emphasized by the faintest of
