Curious, he reached through the mirror’s surface and let it fall into his hand, grasping it by the slender neck.
He pulled it through the rippling glass and studied it. It sang with power, raising the hairs on his new arm. Something dark swirled inside, and the sound of a pebble or small gem rattled against the inner surface.
A whisper seemed to come from the jeweled cork, slipping out like vapor. He hel d it closer to his ear. Could this be Ianthe?
Now he heard the voice clearly.
Gammir drew his head away from the crystal and frowned.
“Fool,” he said to the sealed decanter. “How I hate you. If and when she returns, she will belong to me… and only me.”
Without another word he hurled the bottle back through the mirror and watched it spin away into the vast sea of nothingness. Soon the void faded and the mirror stood dull and opaque as before.
He turned away from the Glass of Eternity, cloaked himself in a robe of jeweled shadow, and descended the spiral stairs.
There was still so much to learn, and so much time in which to learn it.
