Crown of Midnight

And the world … it was moving on without her.

Then you will always have a place here.”

By the Valg, three were made,

Of the Gate-Stone of the Wyrd:

Obsidian the gods forbade

And stone they greatly feared.

In grief, he hid one in the crown

Of her he loved so well,

To keep with her where she lay down

Inside the starry cell.

The second one was hidden

In a mountain made of fire,

Where all men were forbidden

Despite their great desires.

Where the third lies

Will never be told

By voice or tongue

Or sum of gold.

Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy.

Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy.

You will never be my friend. You will always be my enemy.”

Folly? Folly to fight for what is right, for people who cannot stand up for themselves?

Who said anything about shame?” She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not strutting about, boasting to everyone. I certainly would be if I’d tumbled me.”

The kiss obliterated her.

It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.

I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.”