This is when I would have died, but my wounds were doors, and through those doors the Mare has passed. She is with me now as the Sister with the Witch, and with aching joy I found dissolution.
"Moris watches every move I make with an intense concentration, even if it's just a twitch in my fingers, forever fascinated by me. He will never let the world forget me."
A woman sits at the piano, smoking and singing. Her voice is rough. She finishes, and glances over her shoulder. I catch her eye. Below dark eyeshadow, I see eyes red with anger, and below a similarly colour lipstick, I see the baring fangs of a rabid wolf.
