Human Torch

The thing, its head lolling brokenly, exposed its teeth in a dreadful smile. ‘That’s all? I can go back now?’ it said. Its voice was like sandpaper on glass. ‘There are many more phantoms up there to burn.’
‘Go ahead,’ Eisenhorn said.
The dreadful daemonhost zoomed back aloft into the rain-swept heights of the min. At once, the ghastly screaming began again. Light pulsed and flashed.



"Thorn Wishes Talon"