There are many kinds of wood, but only one kind of ash.
– Jyseni proverb
Trahern watched in horror as the fiend bore down on Barlow. The man made no attempt to escape as the slender fingers wrapped around him and began to squeeze the life from his lungs. The creature pawed at Barlow’s shirt with one hand as it held him fast with the other; it took his mail shirt by the neck and began to pull it apart link by link. The fleshy nozzle that hung from its face writhed in earnest, stretching out, feeling at Barlow’s chest, searching for a way in.