The bird stabs the worm, the big cat breaks the bird’s neck, the man casts his spear into the heart of the… — Tanith Lee
The bird stabs the worm, the big cat breaks the bird’s neck, the man casts his spear into the heart of the cat. That is how the world is. Even the man had better look behind him; the wolf may be near, or another man, or fate, the hungriest hunter of them all.
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