“Dear Mother Dark, do you look down upon me, now? Do you see me, your child? Do you smile, to see me so broken? I have, after all, repeated your fatal errors of old. Yielding my heart, succumbing to the foolish dream - Light’s dance, you longed for that embrace, didn’t you?
And were betrayed.
You left us, Mother to eternal silence.
Yet...
Mother Dark, with this unveiling, I feel you close. Was it grief that sent you away, sent you so far from your children? Men, in our deadly, young way - our appalling insensitivity - we cursed you. Added another layer to your pain.
These steps you walked them once.
How can you help but smile?”
―
Steven Erikson,
Memories of Ice
