The ghouls outnumber us at least three to one and they are quickly overwhelming the warriors. I see one of the others go down under three ghouls who bear him to the ground and rip the weapon from his hands. His name is Joshua, and he paints some of the best designs of the Net-walkers’ totem spirits. But I don’t have time to find out if he is alive or dead. I feel the same cold feeling in the depths of my spirit from the night when I was taken by the Tamanous, and the ghoul’s words echo in my mind: the meat is always best when it’s fresh . Then a ghoul comes at me, snarling and hissing like a wild animal.