Natalia Marx, Fireheart Quotes
Like a dried up spring, magic trickled forth with less and less strength, until one day, the people awoke and there was simply no more to be had.
With a blade at your throat, a well-connected uncle or a wealthy mother could not save you. Only you could save yourself.
Sometimes I wish I had never saved your neck from decapitation in Faroe. Then I could just descend into lewdness in peace.
