Name hunting

“It matters because she knows our names.”
“And? It’s not as though she’s the only one.”
“I heard the name of the monster. Erynis.”
Mr. Saxby sucked in a breath. “My, what a complication,” he muttered. “I daresay, I’d love to pry her open to see how she ticks.”
“Maybe. Or maybe she opens you. But she cannot be killed for long, and she won’t rest until we’re destroyed. The Fates named her the Implacable One. When the oldest, most vengeful deva call you that, it’s a clue that maybe this monster holds a fucking grudge. She’ll remember our names. She’ll hunt us.”
“What about Splat?”
“What about him?” Ghorm tapped a few keys.
“If Muse doesn’t surrender our names, he will.”
“Splat has been a convenience for us. If he’s no longer convenient, I regard him as expendable. But let’s wait until after we leverage him against Miss Bradford.” Ghorm typed out a new message. “I’m sending our peons after Muse; the one named Wilkins has a mirror box to trap her with. Hopefully they bring her to us before Erynis finds her.”
“And if not?”
“If Erynis learns our names, then Bradford is no longer our sole target. We’ll have to kill Erynis, too, buy ourselves some time while she regenerates. There are rumors of magic in Europe that can alter an asura’s name, change our scent—maybe the Fates would help us if we brought them tribute. There will be no appeasing her, no stopping her. What about you? Did you finish work on Burns?”


Chapter 13, Page 198-199