In Accepting The Gift You Honor The

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

"and You Require No Answers", Foamfollower Was Laughing In His Gladness, "you Are Sufficient To Every Question".

The Story Of Terisa And Geraden Began Very Much Like A Fable. She Was A Princess In A High Tower. He Was A Hero Come To Rescue Her. She Was The Only Daughter Of Wealth And Power. He Was The Seventh Son Of The Lord Of The Seventh Care. She Was Beautiful From The Auburn Hair That Crowned Her Head To The Tips Of Her White Toes. He Was Handsome And Courageous. She Was Held Prisoner By Enchantment. He Was A Fearless Breaker Of Enchantments. As In All The Fables, They Were Made For Each Other.

The Heart Cherishes Secrets Not Worth The Telling

I Had No Intention Of Pursuing Either The Characters Or The Setting Further.