He immediately regretted it, for his oesophagus felt like it had been lit on fire. His vision cleared instantly but was warped. Everything was the wrong colour and wouldn’t stop changing. He fell from his knees and shook violently, retching and coughing. His pace quickened – he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad given his recent blood loss. What was worse was whatever lock he had placed on the wicked thoughts he had been entertaining when he was trapped in the changeling pod started flooding back into him.