“On Fringe of Ruin, With Smile Drew the Silver Edge, Turned Against Herself, A Shine Stained Red, A Life to Give, To Live Again.” – A Life to Live, And Kill Again. Excerpt from The Silver Dagger, unknown edition.
Chapter 11
The Void is neither flat nor curved. Multifolded, spiralbound, close to the Undine Abyss, there lies that spectre of past sins. The corpses of gods-to-be stacked on high, run clean through by yesterdays pain. What was will be again and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Diseiders are made Chosen not from spite, but out of need. Submission of Two made One in Harmonic Accordance, Chirality embraced. Those who regin over matter kneel to the Void. Without humility and greater purpose there is only madness. We[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Torn asunder, bleeding from every pore, the Shapers of Siol rejoice. They laugh and dance, poked eye, nail torn and finger clipped. For them murder is a form of worship, slaughter and mayhem, all for their Dark Masters. Dressed in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The Holy Siol compact, under one undivided banner protected by the four-armed arbiters of justice, avatars of the Void made manifest by the will of Cormantel and the heart of the Saint of Curved Bells. Let thos carved in flesh[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…