“Do not be fooled. This creature is not some petty, insignificant thing. She has not been reduced to nothing by the ravages of time. Even now, after all these centuries, we must treat her like she is. She is vengeance. She is death. She is a goddess.” Acolyte Rafe Cauley rolled his eyes. Someone was listening a bit too hard to the Masters’ lectures. “We have been chosen,” Greta Von Hammersmit announced. The gnome woman

“Bin!” Bin awoke with a start. Master Path sneered openly at him. “I may not be a secret treasure trove,” The centaur hissed. “But perhaps you could not fall asleep in my class?” Bin grinned in response. The centaur took a step back, shocked. Usually the ogre looked guilty, trying to stammer out an answer. “I was thinking about the Diamond Countess,” Bin said. “And maybe she did have relics. Maybe even forty-two.” “Well,” Master

“And Suffrn was just there, and he was blue!” Bin said. “And he said he was lightning, but not exactly. And he liked dancing, and the golems were his idea, and he was actually really nice!” “Incredible.” Book said. “Suffrn lasted throughout all these years.” “Right?” Bin squirmed. Ruby and Yuva and Zibnizik were taking turns hugging him. It was uncomfortable, but if he strayed too far Hilt was going to scold him again. So