Death on Death

GAHRYE

"How bad is it?" Kalle asked, her face buried in his chest, muffling her voice.

"The worst we imagined." His voice was toneless, heavy. "It's all clear now. As soon as Gar and Aaryn talked about what was happening over there… Just like that. Everything clicked into place—the reason both of us are needed. The fact that the disformed have finally been recognized as a tribe—you have no idea what honor there is in that, Kalle. That's got to be the most unbelievable part of all of this… They're being recognized, set apart, acknowledged before the Creator. And the fucked up part is that it's all happening right before he destroys them."

Kalle shuddered. "He has to have a good reason. You've told me that all along. Right from the beginning."