“Each word you have spoken,” she said, “was a tear.”
She was so bowed and shrunken that even as he knelt, his head might lie upon her sunken breast. He laid it there, and so she held him, the aged mother with her fourth handsome son, and she sang to him then, as the Vazdru sang—for some mysteries had never been lost to her.
The substance of her song they do not tell.
Who does not know?
Table of Contents
Dedication:
Introduction
FOREWORD
BOOK ONE Sovaz: Mistress of Madness
PART ONE: Night Hunting
PART TWO: Lovers
PART THREE Fair is Not Fair
BOOK TWO: Azhriaz the Goddess
PART TWO: The War with Sea and Sky
PART THREE: Under the Earth
BOOK THREE: ATMEH: The Search for Life
PART ONE: Lessons
PART TWO: Uncle Death
PART THREE: The Lotus
EPILOGUE: Three Handsome Sons