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380 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1979
"In the cellar, with no one to see, Gildrum changed shape, became the dark-haired young knight and the bearded old man and the full-bodied landlord and the other shapes that Rezhyk's hands had formed--animal, plant, whatever had suited his purposes through the years. And when all had come and gone, the living flame was left in their place, cold now, dancing among the casks and never scorching any, growing, shrinking, dividing into a hundred flamelets and coalescing into a spark, a brilliant spark as blue as a young knight's eyes. Then, from the spark, there bloomed a body, tiny as a flea at first, but expanding like rising dough. It was black as coal and many-limbed, hairy, grotesque. It opened a dozen eyes and saw itself reflected in the ceiling, though there was no light for any human eyes to see by.
This is myself, thought Gildrum. This is my earthly form. A shudder passed through it, and it remembered the other time it had used this body, so long ago in Rezhyk's workshop. Rezhyk had made the small blonde girl that very day, while the flame of Gildrum hovered over his shoulder; Gildrum could not blame him for wanting something less horrible as his servant. I am not human. I never was human. I can love no human woman. I can have no human son.
The many-limbed body burst into clean, bright flame.
Enough, thought Gildrum. I must leave them alone." (p.155)