“My lady, only a fool would say no to such an honor. But in truth,I think also only a fool would say yes. I am a mortal.The moment I set down the moly to join you in your bed,you may cast your spell.” He paused. “Unless,of course, you were to swear an oath you will not hurt me, upon the river of the dead.”Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets.As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.
— Mar 23, 2026 07:22PM
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