PyrosophistMentor's ReplyThe wind cannot hear the sinking of wet earth, the scraping of thorns.Jul 25Jul 25
Pyrosophist[I see a million faces pass]“I have been gone for a hundred years, but it has felt like one thousand.”Mar 5, 2023Mar 5, 2023
PyrosophistMEDICAL DOSSIER, FAINE OF HOUSE VALODRED, FIRSTBORN CHILD OF RODERIC, HALUN VALODREDEXCERPTS 2A-3BMar 1, 2023Mar 1, 2023
PyrosophistUnsent Letters: I[A lord cannot allow his enemies to see him falter]Feb 21, 2023Feb 21, 2023
PyrosophistForget — Forget —The stink of corpses and ashes was all around her. The rampant noise of the dying was by now something she could mute into a quiet buzz…Nov 5, 2022Nov 5, 2022
PyrosophistSummation: Pascal(Between Greymalkin and Ducheval, Maitreya will regret even a short exposure to the shallow cruelty of cynical men).Oct 14, 2022Oct 14, 2022
PyrosophistSirsha was an old, old woman, by now.You come from a village you cannot name. You do not remember the faces of your mother, your sister, or the color of the stones or the sky.Aug 23, 2022Aug 23, 2022
