Chapter 111 A Raven
- Isolde.
- "Henson? Is that you?" Her eyes searched through the dark, sweeping through the cloud of shadows that hid the male. Isolde nearly panicked, but the trickle of dread ceased when the male moved away from the shadow in the alley.
- He slowly walked toward her. His robe spider-webbed with mildew. His ringlets ran down his weathered face in tousles. He was heaving like someone who had run a marathon.