“When the mistress of the night beckons, few are the men who may resist her call. The sirens of the stars will cry to modern sailors, who embark on perilous journeys aboard their ancient creaking ships. Their eyes aglitter in star-struck awe, drawn on by phantom celestial mermaids, they plunge forth into the darkness of the sky, never to return. I often wonder upon which planet’s shores do such cursed sailors one day find themselves? Shivering as they would be from fevered dreams of glittering jewels held forth by demons in angels’ forms. At the edge of Galia, is there in truth some precipitous cliff upon which the skeleton’s of countless lost souls lie in disarray, staring hopelessly into the void, crying mutely for a dream promised but never bestowed?”
Book One - Chapter Three
Book One - Chapter Three
Book One - Chapter Three
“When the mistress of the night beckons, few are the men who may resist her call. The sirens of the stars will cry to modern sailors, who embark on perilous journeys aboard their ancient creaking ships. Their eyes aglitter in star-struck awe, drawn on by phantom celestial mermaids, they plunge forth into the darkness of the sky, never to return. I often wonder upon which planet’s shores do such cursed sailors one day find themselves? Shivering as they would be from fevered dreams of glittering jewels held forth by demons in angels’ forms. At the edge of Galia, is there in truth some precipitous cliff upon which the skeleton’s of countless lost souls lie in disarray, staring hopelessly into the void, crying mutely for a dream promised but never bestowed?”