The old king struggled, lifting his had again. The prince smiled at the motion and placed his mouth to the old man?s ear, feeling the heat of his skin on his lips. As he spoke his voice changed, as if another man were there. ?It has started, my father,? he whispered in a soft, evil hiss. ?There is no turning back. You might as well lift your hand to stop the sunrise as to bring an end to... (read more)