"How does this sensation differ from common love?" interrogated Corpang.
"This was all that love is, multiplied by wildness."Corpang fingered his chin awhile. "The Lichstorm men, however, will never reach this stage, for they are too masculine."Haunte turned pale. "Why should we alone suffer?""Nature is freakish and cruel, and doesn't act according to justice.... Follow us, Haunte, and escape from it all.""I'll see," muttered Haunte. "Perhaps I will.""Have we far to go, to Sullenbode?" inquired Maskull.
"No, her home's under the hanging cap of Sarclash.""What is to happen tonight?" Maskull spoke to himself, but Haunte answered him.
"Don't expect anything pleasant, in spite of what has just occurred.
She is not a woman, but a mass of pure sex. Your passion will draw her out into human shape, but only for a moment. If the change were permanent, you would have endowed her with a soul.""Perhaps the change might be made permanent.""To do that, it is not enough to desire her; she must desire you as well. But why should she desire you?""Nothing turns out as one expects," said Maskull, shaking his head.
"We had better get on again."