Pale Guardian

by Barbara Hambly

  The most beautiful woman in the world.

  And the flame that had warmed his heart back to life, from beneath the cold ash that the Department had left of it. With lucid certainty he knew that she was the reason he hadn’t turned into Pritchard Crowell.

  ‘Why not?’ Grippen had asked.

  There was the reason.

  As she disappeared into the darkness outside the station’s doors, he thought he saw a slim figure in a British colonel’s uniform – a flicker of pale hair like cobwebs – follow her into the night.