Book Eight: Chapter 52

“Do not dare wear my face,” she growled, then gave the creature a shove. It reverted back to its previous form, but seeing her own naked body on the creature gave her pause. She looked down at herself and snapped her fingers in realization.

“I knew I was forgetting something,” she muttered, then beckoned to the nearby shadows. The darkness stretched and wrapped around her, transforming into cloth. She stood up straight, now garbed in a proper gown made of shadows. It was a temporary fix, she would need to acquire proper, Earth attire as soon as possible. Since her wardrobe was largely composed of starlight and poetry, it simply hadn’t translated to the mortal realm and had likely been destroyed on the way here.

The shapeshifter whimpered at her feet, then briefly transformed into her once again.

“Wait!” it cried, before she could strike it. “No disrespect intended. I am...newly created. No other forms yet. Need this mouth to speak.”

“Really?” She narrowed her