"Those bloody , Nether-spawned creatures." Dar'Khan hissed the words, holding his leg up in pain, as if mimicking what a live creature would do. "They interfere. They interfere with my plans!" He shouted the last sentence, then shut his mouth with a click of teeth. Those Soulstriders had shown eerie powers . . . what if they could hear him? Where were they? Though they seemed to want to keep a firm hold on Deatholme, he often saw them leave it, especially the female. She appeared to be terribly... read more
