Clasped Book (Moonrise Towers)
[This is a log on the work of one of Balthazar's necromancers, Kressa Bonedaughter, dated two tendays ago.] After the state the fallen one was in, I never expected Kressa would be able to save it. I was hoping the usurped thing would die; that's what it would have wanted. It's not as if Kressa studying it is going to prove much - it was damaged in the attack far beyond what the mere tadpole could do. But she seems fond of the foul creature. Let her play with it. [Another entry seems to be written into this log, dated a tenday later.] I should not have, in hindsight, let Kressa keep her pet. Ever since it was shipped onto one of the nautiloids to be deployed, she has been inconsolable. 'It won't survive out there. It needs me. It isn't like the others.' The feral thing will make a fine warrior for the Absolute, and now my best assistant is distracted thinking about it. Pah. She will come to heel again soon enough.