The fox. The boots. The dress.
Her fox was glued to my side, closer than my own damn shadows as I marched through the halls of Cahlish. It made enthusiastic chittering sounds as it kept pace, staring up at me with glassy black eyes. I scowled down at it as I swung a left, baring my teeth.
The Gate – Part Two
The business of death was something that all had to conduct eventually. Grand dreams of living forever held no interest for me.
The Gate – Part One
The night was clear as crystal. Cold as ice. In the sky above Ajun City, a banner of stars crowded in, innumerable diamonds glittering in the firmament.
