Status Updates From Jirel of Joiry

"And something in Jirel knew warmly that the image of life as a tiny spark flickering out in limitless black was a false one--that without light there can be no darkness--that death and life are interdependent, one upon the other. And that she, armored in the warmth of her aliveness, was the black god's equal, and a worthy foe."

I get that these short stories were originally published in separate volumes of the magazine, but Moore is just repeating herself in recapping what happened. Also, yellow eyes seem...rabid.