let himself flow with it-though he kept his cyberage spanking platnum pressure on the brooch so that
the pain in his hand would keep cyberage spanking platnum him firmly anchored in his body. For,
though it would have been tempting to surrender wholly to the power coiling
within him, he worried that if he cyberage spanking platnum opened himself too fully, his shielding
might slip to the point that the others could read him and know that he was
not what he had seemed.
So he slumped even lower cyberage spanking platnum over his clasped hands, cyberage spanking platnum his breathing still a
little ragged in response to the cyberage spanking platnum white heat concentrated in his left hand,
and set his mind to assimilating all that had been brought to conscious
levels and was still surfacing.
Not all of it was pleasant. There was a brief, thorny moment when the
ghosts of what he had done rose up to threaten him-first Tiercel's face,
frozen with horrified incomprehension as he went over backwards on the
stair cyberage spanking platnum that claimed his life; cyberage spanking platnum and then his father, hands lifted in futile
warding off as Conall's flare cyberage spanking platnum of guilt-spurred anger, powered by forbidden
magic, enfolded him in death within life and cyberage spanking platnum left only a slowly dying
cyberage spanking platnum shell.
That latter almost set Conall to sobbing, for he truly had not wanted to
harm his own father. It simply had-happened-and he still was not sure how
or
why. Trembling, cyberage spanking platnum he tried to regain his equilibrium-but the newly stirred
forces churning cyberage spanking platnum within were not yet finished with him.
Any of the other three kneeling around him would have understood what
happened next, but Conall did not. cyberage spanking platnum As he banished the accusing face of his
cyberage spanking platnum father from his mind's eye, another began slowly to take its place-and this
one
also looked cyberage spanking platnum little pleased with what it saw.
A pale, roundish face framed by a cap of quicksilver hair, sensitive
cyberage spanking platnum mouth set in mute, cyberage spanking platnum stem contemplation, grey eyes like a Haldane's, that
seemed to have nothing behind them .but cyberage spanking platnum the darker grey of the cowl pushed
back slightly from the head. The eyes caught and held Conall, so that he
felt they must cyberage spanking platnum draw his cyberage spanking platnum very soul out of his body. He whimpered once and
cringed harder into a cyberage spanking platnum ball as hands joined the face, cyberage spanking platnum reaching toward cyberage spanking platnum him.
But then, from somewhere, he was drawing the strength to resist that
compulsion F raising a barrier of crimson light between himself and that
other presence, banishing it at last from all contact. It was not easy, but
he finally succeeded.