She leaped for the nearest one, a sorcerer she had once spoken to in the old Sanctuary. Her fingers closed around his throat and she tore out his windpipe. The woman beside him clapped, and Darquesse put her fist through the woman’s chest, then flung the body behind her.
The laughter was dying. No one was cheering any more.
Darquesse swept through them, their screams like a lullaby, making her smile.