“It’s not so grim as your lot make it. Nimeria’s not a thief at the door. She’s who carries you over when your legs won’t. You’d want kind hands at the end, wouldn’t you? We’ve got the kindest there is. You just have to stop being so bloody frightened of the dark to see it.”
— Morach, trying to explain the Spirit-Queen to a Breton who’d called his faith ghoulish.












