The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: Chapter 22

“My false god was irrevocably dead, but my Adversary still lived to slaver after my heart.”Read more


Lady Fortune

While the men of pride woo Fortune with their swords,
And the men of coin throw silver at her feet,
I kiss those feet, washed in blood and silver, like a slave:
And learn the song of Chaos that heralds her judgment seat.Read more