What could I tell him of her? Of what she was and what she became? Of her great history, its losses and triumphs?
What could I tell him of her? Of what she was and what she became? Of her great history, its losses and triumphs?Nothing he would believe.
Nothing he would believe.I know no other creature so well acquainted with death.
I know no other creature so well acquainted with death.FROM THE PRIVATE JOURNALS OF THE HISTORIAN RAZIEL DE PLAISIR
Fire’s sword clattered to the floor, snapped cleanly in two. Jack wasn’t sure how many times he said her name. As he turned her over, as he inspected her armor and limbs for deep cuts. There was blood. A great deal of it. He could see that even in this shadowed place with only his magic as a light. And an ugly gash across one cheek that made th
