For every time, there is a season. A time to sow, and a time to harvest. A time to hate, and a time to love. A time to kill, and a time for mercy. So it is for the City. The Walker looked upon the width and the breadth of its City, and gathered itself, […]
The phrase “old gods” was something weighted, but otherwise benign on its own. The words individually were harmless. Though when they were strung together, heads might turn in skepticism, but dismiss them in favor of more immediate and pressing matters. Their world was yet again consumed by war, afterall. What an endless cycle. Yet Saashenka […]