I’m scared to death something’s happened to Bill. And Jack.”“That’s not fear,” Glaeken said. “That’s concern. There’s an enormous difference. The fear that Rasalom thrives on is the dread, the panic, the terror, the fear for one’s self that paralyzes you, makes you hate and distrust everyone around you, that forces you either to lash out at whoever is within reach or to crawl into a hole and huddle alone and miserable in the dark. The fear that cuts you off from hope and from each other, that’s what he savors. This isn’t fear you’re feeling, Carol. It’s anxiety, and it springs from love.”Carol nodded. That was all fine and good …“But where are they?”“They’re gone,” Nick said.Carol’s stomach plummeted as she turned toward him. Glaeken, too, was staring at him.Nick hadn’t answered her all the other times she’d asked the same question. Why now?“Wh-what do you mean?”“They’re gone,” he repeated, his voice quavering. “They’re not out there.
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