For 10 long days & 10 cold nights, she’d tracked the wizard Shatterfang. Tricky was he, wicked was he, but stealthy he was not. Broken…
In that moor’s strict seclusion, He would happily die.He’d let the wind and rain (which he loved too much)Take him deep…
There is a single drop of red in my white winecould it be the blood of an Angel or a drop from the handle of the bladeWent…