I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

“The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.”

“Time, too, is a function of Shadow, and even Dworkin did not know all of its in…”

“As I sailed into Shadow, a white bird of my desire came and sat upon my right s…”

“I was willing to die fighting, but it was senseless for all these men to go dow…”