The mind is a dark place, my child.
The mind is a dark place, my child.The mind is a dark place, my child.It is filled with many voids and hidden chasms
It is filled with many voids and hidden chasmsIt is filled with many voids and hidden chasmsjust waiting to entrap the
just waiting to entrap thejust waiting to entrap theUnprepared soul.
Unprepared soul.Unprepared soul.-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-She sat across from me, a warm fire burning gently in its place between us, with the cave lit with many burning torches and the smell of a large meal being prepared by Gawain and Gawaith. A break in the driving snow storms had allowed Cedric and I to return to the caves and little Ursala. The child was to stay in these caves for the winter. She, the twin imps o
