"But when the Star that is knighted to reign over the Day rises with his burning heat, he needs no advocate to plea in the stead of his incineration.
Likewise, Death needs no warrant but the order of the Sovereign God to execute his office and reap."
~
Western Culvert of the Under-ground Dungeons,
Steep Cliff Face of Shillingston,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Jay! Carefully! Err not over and down the edge!" she screamed frantically.
Imogen's heart was rushing as she watched the man warned turn to eye her. Her might was staggering and she could not propel herself towards the rim of the den where he safely stood.
When it seemed sure that the banks of their refuge posed no threat, the damsel rested against the jagged wall and watched him approach her.
