Makes Kessler uneasy

“Is that what you’re afraid of? Kings? Rules? Dictators? Is that what you mean by gods, powerful people who’ll hurt you? Did someone hurt you? Is that why you ran away?”
“I am not afraid of them,” she said. Then, quieter: “They fear me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
The drapery slid up, and Kessler scooted down so that he lay on his side. He could see just one of the girl’s eyes, with blackness instead of whites and the unsettling irises that seized the brain, drained it of thought, and covered his skin with a slow prickling sensation that radiated from the back of his neck. “There isn’t anywhere left, is there?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”


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