Elric: The Necromancer #2

‘Cymoril,’ he moaned, his whole body throbbing. ‘Cymoril – I have slain you.’ He looked back at Imrryr and felt a tightness in his throat as he realized that he was truly rootless now; a renegade and a womanslayer, though involuntarily the latter. He had lost the only woman he had loved in his blind lust for revenge. Now it was finished – everything was finished. He could envisage no future, for his future had been bound up with his past and now, effectively that past was flaming in ruins b...