protuberant eyes and feel the live energy running through the twisting coils of hair that streamed down the amphora’s convex sides. “Drink this potion, healer,” Ushana said. “The way ahead can be tricky at times and these herbs should help you sleep.”

Ishvari hesitated as an image of Lord Kushal handing her a silver cup of bhang arose in her mind’s eye. “It is blessed liquid, it can do you no harm,” Ushana assured her kindly, plucking the thoughts right out of her mind, just as easily as Hariaksa, Atulya and Kharanshu had. Sensing his pure love, Ishvari raised the amphora and poured its contents down her throat. “Where am I going, my friend?” she asked, as the potion snaked its way down into her abdomen, leaving behind a trail of cold fire. Could Ushana be...

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