“My palm connected with the final looking-glass. A wave of brittle fractures rippled outward from the place my sanguine hand had struck.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“I am the Penitent God. And tonight, I have begun my battle. My siege. The hundred-thousand Ink-borne arrows, flying forth from my… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Why don't you just do it, then?" Racath hissed. "Just kill me. I dare you." Now, I assume you know what this… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
