The Coming Storm I:
He was exultant. The prison was finally gone. His torment in a sensationless eternity broken. He was still incorporeal, incomplete. But he was free.
Instinct drew him to her. He could find her anywhere, although now she was on a tiny island beyond their kingdom. She felt him draw near and opened herself welcomingly. For a moment they luxuriated in each other's presence, so long denied.
But it could not remain this way. He needed a physical body and then, they would take back what was theirs. She knew this as well, sharing her mind with his. He could see the vessel that she'd chosen and where she was keeping it. He slipped away from her to fly at the speed of thought to the other side of the world where he could watch and inspect the prize that she had prepared for him.
