The candle went out. Then the lights. Then the emergency backup. Then the silence became so complete that she could hear the sound of her own neurons firing.
"Hdmaal," she whispered. And smiled.
The word, you see, is not a word.
She woke with frost on her eyelashes.
Her eyes were open, but they looked at something very far away. Something behind the world. the hdmaal
Her research assistant, Jens, confronted her. "You're not translating a word," he said. "You're inviting it." The candle went out