Meyr the Liar

There followed then a great Funeral for the Sun. Meyr sniffed and stifled her tears while Nurse hugged her and all about the audience sang the ancient threnody.

The Wind-Master

That was how far down she had come: right into the realm of the Dead.

The First Awakening

A maze has many false paths and a labyrinth has one meandering but true path and one centre. Which was she seeing?

The Hidden Lamp

“Where, where?” they asked. “I am The Shout too Swift to Hear, I am Chastisement, I am The Sieve of Fire, I am Defiance, I am the Regretful Framer of Limits!” She ignored them.

The First Sighting

The beasts lusted after this thing; they began to sway, they began to love it and they began to hate it, they wanted it and it burned them.