Chapter Three
It made sense, after a macabre fashion. A thing formed of death itself, of killings and hatred and evil, would naturally enough be attracted to the same. And what was Konrad? Death’s tool, formed of its essence, a creature who existed for the sole purpose of dealing it out again.
In a sense, the Malykant existed so that these other, worse creatures would not. Or, not so often.
‘I don’t think I believed the story, quite,’ Konrad said later, restored to the questionable comforts of Bakar House. Questionable, because short-lived. If Konrad was correct, and the creature was drawn to him, he could not stay long among other people. He endangered everyone nearby. ‘In my early days among the Order, I was given such a wealth of information, I doubt I registered half of it. I though
