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“It gives me power,” she said, “how would you like to come away with me, to learn about power, forest child? To a place where it is always warm. I will teach you to read the symbols you are forbidden.” She smiled. “And I will teach you so much more.”
The forester watched himself die. Not many can say that. He did not die well.
“No man or woman brings death, Cahan Du-Nahere, death is a contrary companion, it comes unwelcome and uninvited.”
But the old gardener said cruelty was a choice, and if you wished to live easily then you must be ready to let the cruelty of the world pass you over, but to do that was also to take the cruelty into yourself. To accept it was to become part of it.
“They say only one Cowl-Rai rises in a generation.” Vanhu tried to pull his hand away. Found he could not. “Rai Vanhu,” said Cahan, “that is a lie.” And that was when the killing began.
“The only certain failure is never to try.” Nasim’s voice, too many ghosts.
You want to run from the horror of what you are, but you can never run fast enough.
The devotees of Our Lady of Violent Blooms had answered his call.
