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“It’s all over now, came that lonesome voice. You have to let it go.
Vasily searched the heavens. But how can I let it go, and still hold onto you?
As always, the winking stars stayed silent.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
Vasily searched the heavens. But how can I let it go, and still hold onto you?
As always, the winking stars stayed silent.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
“Herein lies a story all creatures know
The root of the root, the seed left to sow
A history of yearning, of great sorrow and pain
Told to me as a warning, told to you just the same.
In the beginning, the Father-Graven had two sons
Who tore the boundless heavens apart
In salted stardust, Geiin birthed a world
And Mithre corrupted its heart.
The world fell to a night deep and starless
The spirits of men filled fully with darkness
Geiin ascended and in his wake
Left four brothers, each an Anathema remade:
A Father to rule dumb creatures
A Father to keep Ieris living and green
A Father to be mankind’s healer
& a Father to balance, sort, and cleave.
What was faultless turned to rust
A world once beautiful turned to dust
At the end of all things but this stands true
All spirits return to one of two
Geiin or Mithre, holy or shrewd
Until the end we will slay what has strayed
Hear this song and be afraid
Never again let Anathema see light of day.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
The root of the root, the seed left to sow
A history of yearning, of great sorrow and pain
Told to me as a warning, told to you just the same.
In the beginning, the Father-Graven had two sons
Who tore the boundless heavens apart
In salted stardust, Geiin birthed a world
And Mithre corrupted its heart.
The world fell to a night deep and starless
The spirits of men filled fully with darkness
Geiin ascended and in his wake
Left four brothers, each an Anathema remade:
A Father to rule dumb creatures
A Father to keep Ieris living and green
A Father to be mankind’s healer
& a Father to balance, sort, and cleave.
What was faultless turned to rust
A world once beautiful turned to dust
At the end of all things but this stands true
All spirits return to one of two
Geiin or Mithre, holy or shrewd
Until the end we will slay what has strayed
Hear this song and be afraid
Never again let Anathema see light of day.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
“When they were well out of her earshot, Taein swiveled back and glowered at Vince. “You’ve got to throw those away.”
Vince, bouncing awkwardly in the saddle as his draft kept time with Lorrin, looked aghast. “Taein, she gave us muffins.”
“She probably poisoned them, you imbecile,” Taein hissed.
“Why would she do that?” Vince asked, fumbling to keep a hold of his reins and manage a pair of blueberry-dotted muffins at the same time.
“Because she knows I’m the one that stole from her, years back!”
Vince paused before popping an entire muffin into his mouth. “You’re far too paranoid, Taein,” he said as he chewed. “These are blueberry muffins. Suit yourself, but I ain’t throwing these away even if they are poisoned.”
“Well, don’t go blaming me when you keel over. You were duly warned.”
“Me, paying recompense for your poorly-executed crimes? When has that ever happened?” Vince chuckled.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
Vince, bouncing awkwardly in the saddle as his draft kept time with Lorrin, looked aghast. “Taein, she gave us muffins.”
“She probably poisoned them, you imbecile,” Taein hissed.
“Why would she do that?” Vince asked, fumbling to keep a hold of his reins and manage a pair of blueberry-dotted muffins at the same time.
“Because she knows I’m the one that stole from her, years back!”
Vince paused before popping an entire muffin into his mouth. “You’re far too paranoid, Taein,” he said as he chewed. “These are blueberry muffins. Suit yourself, but I ain’t throwing these away even if they are poisoned.”
“Well, don’t go blaming me when you keel over. You were duly warned.”
“Me, paying recompense for your poorly-executed crimes? When has that ever happened?” Vince chuckled.”
― Prince of Glass: Remastered
