Takes Nilbog's power

He screamed almost as pitifully as Heartbreaker, but he at least tried to crawl out of his sack and strangle me.

I could respect that.

He died, and his mass was the first to go into the mulcher, with Nilbog's creations marching down to be transformed.

I had ten bodies creating new creatures at the same time. I had templates for all of Crawler's adaptations, but I also had Nilbog's templates for his creatures. I began making them throughout the night, monstrous creatures that could destroy and rend and tear, but in forms out of fantasy.

If the Fae wanted to use legend to control their people, then I'd give them legends.

Black unicorns, gryphons, fairies, harpies, bandersnatches and werewolves, vampires and xenomorphs. I chose the things that had given me nightmares as a child, and I gave them life, even as I used glamour to keep the PRT watchers from seeing what was happening underneath their very noses.

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Nightmares