Khamul is the Shadow of the East (khamul) wrote in valarlogs,
Khamul let out a short, guttural laugh, then rolled back out of the shadows. He stood, grabbing for the nearest thing, which just so happened to be Watson. His touch was cold, like dried ice, and burned.
And then he was running off down the street. The farther away he got, the more quickly the effect of the purple flames faded. Then he seemed to take a step to the left, and disappeared.