Book3:WereMyDreamIs

kherself.Shehadawoman’sfadhairofserpents.ItcouldohebraveandindomitableMedusa!Sheflewswiftlytowardsthetorridsunandwassoonjustatinybckspethedistanthorizon.Butshesuddenlyturnedbaddovestraightdowicallytowardstheground.Beforetougdowassuddenlypulledherselfuphighintothesky.Sheencircledtheseaofflowerstwothreetimes,ginaloudvoice,“Ihaveebathedead.Ihaveebathedead.Allthosewhodiedwillberesurrected,too.Wehavedefeatedtheangelofdeath.”Shemadeasomersaultinmidair,turohumanformanddroppeddowh.WhenshesawKingDimitrileadinghistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivityimmersedieofzeroandWhiteFairysilentlyprayingwithfoldedhands,shekhatitwasacritidvulnerabletimeforthefourofthemandnooneshouldbeallowedtodisturbthem.Soafterexgin