Young Vanyel once awakened from, a dream of death and fear.. If he should choose to be a mage, his doom would then draw near,. Of future filled with suffering was all that he could see.
Everybody is saying that you are right.. But only I, know the truth about you.. You'd rather see me dead and starved. Yes it's true.. You're as hard as stone and as cold as ice..
Lie with me my darling. We'll talk of burning things. The black urgency of the horses' eyes. Melted in the street. . The faint smell of hibiscus. The cracks around your lips.