““My flesh is stone. My blood rages hot as molten iron. I have a thousand eyes. A thousand swords. And one mind. I have heard the death-cry. Was she kin? She said as much, when first she touched me. We were upon the ground. Far from each other, and yet of a kind. I heard her die. And so I came to mourn her, I came to find her body, her silent tomb. But she dies still. I do not understand. She dies still—and there are strangers. Cruel strangers. I knew them once. I know them now. I know, too, that they will not yield. Who am I? What am I? But I know the answers to these questions. I believe, at last, that I do. Strangers, you bring pain. You bring suffering. You bring to so many dreams the dust of death. But, strangers, I am Icarium. And I bring far worse.””
![“May she wake in torment!’ [...] ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am…” quote by Emily Brontë](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/0cf/emily-bronte-574_oh-god_may-she-wake-in-torment-why-she-s-a-liar_560406.jpg)
