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.The pincers threatened to close over her features, shredding the skin of her face if they connected.The creature screamed.Myrmeen used her leverage to push against the creature, driving toward the rapidly spreading flames.The woman-spider hollered as the flames licked at its back.Myrmeen grabbed at the door handle, ripped the door open, and stumbled into the hall, hoping to pull the door shut and trap the creature in the burning room.Just before it shut she heard a scream and felt the hard wood slam against her as it exploded outward, jumping off its hinges, sending her from her feet.When she looked up, the woman-spider was standing in the doorway, the burning room at her back.As it advanced on her, Myrmeen scrambled to her feet and raised her sword in time to ward off the first strike of its spider limbs.Myrmeen felt as if her blade had connected with an iron club.The creature was moving more slowly, its lightning-fast reactions dulled to the point that Myrmeen and the hybrid could battle as equals.Myrmeen's sword flashed as she forced away her fear and concentrated on hacking at the woman-spider, which advanced on her with clicking pincers and burning eyes.The monster had retained its human legs, leaping nimbly back and forth as it pressed the attack and retreated.It used its four spider arms to fight with the skill of a quartet of trained swordsmen and refused to allow Myrmeen an opening to drive her blade at the creature's face or the sensitive, soft places between its hard, sectioned torso.The woman-spider advanced on Myrmeen with a feral expression, its eyes glazed with the pure, sensual delight of the battle, the joy of the anticipated loll.Myrmeen understood why the creature was grinning: It was regaining its strength as it launched itself against the fighter, while Myrmeen was becoming worn and tired.Suddenly the creature used all four of its arms to gather Myrmeen's sword arm above her head.The woman-spider took a step forward and slightly beyond Myrmeen, then brought one of its legs between the fighter's, trapping Myrmeen with her dark, powerful limbs.A hoarse whisper—a would-be scream of fear and defiance—left Myrmeen's throat as the woman-spider brought its face close to the fighter's, its pincers moving close to Myrmeen's soft, vulnerable eyes.With her free hand, Myrmeen reached back and grabbed the woman-spider's hair, pulling as hard as she could to keep the monster's awful pincers from blinding her.Myrmeen instantly regretted that she had not tried to put out one of the creature's eyes instead.The woman-spider's face inched closer as Myrmeen leaned back in the deadly embrace and felt the muscles in the small of her back begin to ache.The woman-spider parted its lips and spat a stream of white ichor at Myrmeen's throat.Why not my face, Myrmeen thought, then understood that the creature had wanted Myrmeen to see the pincers coming, desiring the numbing fear Myrmeen would experience instants before the crablike claws parted one last time then closed, their sharp tips piercing her soft, moist eyeballs.The webs constricted around Myrmeen's throat and slowly drew her face forward as the woman-spider allowed one of its arms to fall away from the other three, which continued to keep Myrmeen's sword at bay.The free limb poised near Myrmeen's stomach, the tip pricking her flesh as it bit through her leathers and slowly drew blood."Do you know why?" the creature named Tamara asked."Tell me.Try to scream.I bit you while you slept.Your neck bears my mark.My venom is within you, but soon you will be able to talk.Tell me, do you know why?"Myrmeen could not answer.All of her attention was riveted to the limb that was about to skewer her and the pincers that were about to blind her.Even if she could have responded, she had no idea what the woman-spider meant."She is not your daughter," Tamara said with a hiss."Krys-tin is not your little girl."Despite herself, Myrmeen relaxed slightly, the fight slowly trickling out of her.Then she noticed the way Tamara's head was cocked to one side, the inquisitive stare of a wolf that had all the time in the world to devour its prey.Myrmeen realized the woman-spider was trying to magnify her anguish to the highest degree possible before putting her to death."It's all a lie," Tamara said.It doesn't matter, she thought, that won't change the way I feel about Krystin.But what if it's true?Myrmeen was able to rip a single battle cry from her lips despite the toxin Tamara had injected into her throat when she slept.If she was going to die, she would die as a warrior, a prayer for vengeance for herself and her daughter on her lips as her life was claimed.The pincers did not blind her.The spider-arm did not run her through.Tamara released her hold on Myrmeen and backed away, rapidly becoming human once again.A child shouted, "Myrmeen!"The fighter knew Krystin was behind her.She motioned for the girl to stay back as she fixed Tamara with her gaze.A strange look passed between them and, with horror, Myrmeen identified the nature of the expression both women shared: recognition.Tamara fled into the shadows and was gone.Myrmeen turned and took Krystin in an embrace.The girl's repeated contact with Shandower's gauntlet during the long trek from Calimport had infused her with some of its power.That power had been enough to burn much of the poison from Krystin's system."Love," Myrmeen whispered."Love you, too."Krystin stared at her, sadness welling in her eyes, overcoming her shock [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]