Loc’hlaith: “Find me before Death finds you.” “Or what?” He drew his head back, as if this was obvious. “Or he’ll . . . touch you. His power. You are the card that Death covets.”

“Find me before Death finds you.” “Or what?” He drew his head back, as if this was obvious. “Or he’ll . . . touch you. His power. You are the card that Death covets.”