sees bloodline curse

Alamaya departed the temple in silence. Within a minute she was back. She bowed to the Red King - a full, kneeling bow, at that - and said something quietly.
The Red King narrowed his eyes. He murmured something to the girl and walked out. Conch horns blew and the drums began again as he appeared to those outside.
Alamaya had to raise her voice slightly to be heard. "My lord wishes you to know that this place is watched and warded. Should you attempt to leave with the child, you will be destroyed, and she with you. "
"Understood," I said calmly.
Alamaya gave me a more conventional bow and hurried out after the Red King.
When she was gone, I took two steps over to the altar and the dead woman upon it. Then I said, "All right. Tell me what I'm looking at. "
From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips. "
I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible.
"A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.
I growled at him and aimed his eye at the altar.
"Oh," Bob said. "Oh, my. "
"What is it?" I asked.
"The ritual curse they're setting up," Bob said. "It's a big one. "
"How does it work? In ten seconds or less. "
"Ten sec - Argh," Bob said. "Okay. Picture a crossbow. All the human sacrifices are the effort you need to pull back the string and store the energy. This crossbow has its string all the way back, and it's ready to fire. It just needs a bolt. "


Changes Chapter 44, page 467-468