"Dumarest needed the girl Kalin. Kalin who could visualise the terrors that were to come. A mysterious talent that he utilised to try to ward off the disasters of the future. Thus, together they had managed to survive Bloodtime on Logis, space disaster, the threat of enslavement on desolate Chron.
Now Kalin's images of the future were drawing closer in time; the visions chillingly sharper. Dumarest, ever alert, ever on watch, knew that danger threatened, but alone, could not even guess at its form.
More than ever he needed Kalin. And that massive fucking eye of hers."
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