It will be a battle, then. A siege. A hundred-thousand Ink-borne arrows, flying forth from my flaming pen to assault the walls of tyrannical Cold that hold this man in awful rapture.
It will be campaign for my friend’s very soul. A war of Ice, Ink, and Ember.
So be it.
My pen scratches the icy parchment once more. A second Ember joins the first.
The War begins.

-The Penitent God

Author: S.G. Night

It will be a battle, then. A siege. A hundred-thousand Ink-borne arrows, flying forth from my flaming pen to assault the walls of tyrannical Cold that hold this man in awful rapture.<br />It will be campaign for my friend’s very soul. A war of Ice, Ink, and Ember.<br />So be it. <br />My pen scratches the icy parchment once more. A second Ember joins the first. <br />The War begins.<br /><br />-The Penitent God - S.G. Night



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