THE DOOR INTO SHADOW
halting the wreaking—
Herewiss held the block of stone in jaws that ran with blue Fire, but he couldn't move it without her. He strained at it, tapping deeper into his Fire and deeper yet, not giving up. Vet without her link to the Dracon perception, he could not go further.
— stone shattered and melted. Don't suffer, don't let it come true again! Break the link! the darkness sang to her, consoling, se-ductive. The memory became more real. A green afternoon, under the tree. . No, what's he doing here? What's he — no! No! Break the link! (I can'!.) Then live in the horror, without respite, forever. The last stone was torn away from the memory. In such anguish that she couldn't even scream, Segnbora flung her-self utterly into the Dracon-self, into Herewiss, into her own self and her own death. Fire blazed; the terrible stresses Here-wiss had been applying to the fault-block gripped, took, pulled it up out of its socket—