"It won't help if he follows us," Felix hisses down, trying to glance back at the way he'd come. He takes a few hesitant steps backwards. Meanwhile, ahead of them, a shape begins to resolve itself in the mist, a slightly stocky dark-haired man striding lazing forward.

"Lost again, darling?" the voice calls out calmly, and the fog around him lights up with orange pin-pricks.

Telling himself that Malkar is dead goes Felix little good. Even in Paradisa the idea that such things were not prohibited, and anything could return from the grave to haunt him.