Chapter 55

He was completely alone, a tiny, isolated speck above an empty city.

It was a perfect time for burglary, of course. It was safest robbing empty homes, but this hour, when people slept deeply, was the next best time, so even before his change Kelwyn had sometimes seen this time of night. Strangely, he felt no urge whatsoever to dip down and slip in some upstairs window tonight.

He could do so more easily than ever, now. His hearing was so good that he could be certain which rooms held breathing lungs and which were empty before so much as peering in a window, and he no longer need fear some paranoiac with a loaded crossbow shooting him, he would take little harm from such an attack unless he was very unlucky indeed.

Yet he had no desire to steal anything.

It was an odd feeling. Perhaps the urge would return eventually. For now, though, he felt that he’d had enough thrills for several lifetimes, and there was no need to seek out more.