“They came at first light, unafraid of the sun’s rays. Ambre above, the stench that wafted to us as the day rose hotter! Vile birds circled above their ranks, eager for carrion, but not daring too close, lest rotting fingers and gaping mouths full of worn teeth snatch them from the air.” -Ten Arthur Gavinson’s report of the fall of Sekon
Category: Fantasy
Heartless, Chapter 1
“The warmskins say we have no compassion, no understanding, no empathy. This isn’t true. What we do to them and what we feel are two separate things. Often, we want to spare their lives. But it’s not like we have a choice.” -letters of Draken Victor Vivendas, after the slaughter of Bollager’s Keep
Heartless: Prologue
“Contrary to what the peasantry may believe, Naharnas is not some blighted landscape filled with barren fields and the crumbling, deserted ruins of towns, forever hidden from the face of the sun. Its soil is fertile. Its cities are proud and elegant. Rain, snow and sun fall with equal measure upon its mountains, grasslands and deserts. And for all this, it is in every way an abomination to Blessed Ambre, Goddess of Life.” -the teachings of Inquisitor Samiel Drau
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