Adrien is dead. The pain came in sudden, brutal surges, and it could no longer be called pain. It was agony, and he knew it, knew the lookof it: he'd seen enough of it. The shiddering u of flesh, the wrack- ing muscular spasms, the galing p mouth, every breath a choked cry. The black angel beat at its cage smashing its punions i i against the ateel bars. The locks were shiv-