Think back to the oldest era your mind can fathom, back beyond everything we can remember, when gods were still men who had not yet lived the deeds that would deify them. - Angela B. Chrysler
I should kill you, Kallan whispered, and watch your blood run with the cries of my people. If I kill you, all my troubles end. And I go home to Lorlenalin, my father’s death avenged. - Angela B. Chrysler
And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, Lies. Excerpt from "Lies - Angela B. Chrysler