"I'm like the moon in that, I am cold and unfeeling, a pale imitation of life-giving light. Deceitful and fickle in my beauty. They are like the night in that, They hold you when no one else will. They envelop you in a blanket of quiet and forgiving glory, a chance to lie your head in Their lap after the day's worry. "
-Ārjava, The Death Vow (Abigail Priest)















