the thoughts poured into annas frail mind , and just as she felt ready to cry , a hand touched her shoulder . oh thats right - he told us to feed all the lions to the monsters . watching someone die , even in a vision , was not something shed been prepared for . she 'd done something different with her hair , too , twisting the dark strands up so it exposed the soft , pale skin of her neck , and a couple of loose tendrils brushed the slope of her shoulders . 