Brother, sister, only words; but this, a reality, a destroyer at the gate. What could it have mattered, after… — Tanith Lee
Brother, sister, only words; but this, a reality, a destroyer at the gate. What could it have mattered, after all, to celebrate her hungry youth, and his, before the sword fell on her? All the plots and schemes, the moralities and codes of men, seemed dust in the face of death.
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