… From behind him, there came a deep purr of a voice, sounding like a cat. “And will they sweep us away, or break upon our shores?”
An animalistic snarl broke from his lips and his eyes blazed with yellow fire as if a flame had flared up inside him.
“The storm is gathering, and we must stand to meet it.”
“The storm is gathering, my love, because I summoned it,” said the purr …