Myths of Old: Book Three
Bhattacharya, Krishnarjun
Where is Adri?' 'Hiding, somewhere in the darkness.' 'I am Darkness!' Come forth, come hither. It is finally time. Fairy tales, and spit and blood and bone and venom. Promises of revenge, the smell of fear, the ever long hunt. And the stories. Oh, the old stories. The serpent and the Dragon. The tantric and the horseman. There was time, once. All the time in the world, for the world. Yet you still claw at illegitimate hope, the blade saint, th...