The cruel bitterness of the drink drew claws down Khaster’s throat. He craved that feeling. It was as if a creature were captive in his brain, punching his skull, trying to get out. But he did not fall as his companion had suggested. The Red Witch cleared his sight. Every sense felt honed, alert, precise.
-Storm Constantine
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