Friday, January 15, 2010

Because everything was written here.

"My queen was like that pure detached moon, forgiving, still shining, still radiant, offering me the last of her light. I kicked out at a tree, and a shower of dew fell from it. Thousands of moons slithered from its eaves and fell, flattened, on the ground. Dark stars lit by black flames." -Shan Sa

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