“A soul for a soul,” Mordra urged, her voice my bane. “I won’t,” I growled. “Then you shall be cursed just like the rest of us,” she spat furiously. “There is only one way to truly cross The Veil and that is in death. All other passages are fleeting, ghosts at best, no bodies to house them. It all awaits you and yet you scorn the gift you might claim.” “I scorn nothing but the stars,” I replied bitterly. “And you’re no better than them.”
