The offspring of a two-god love
The new is always hiding in the old.
Why is it the dark we fear most?
He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention.
Like a mother’s lullaby in a foreign tongue
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…