“I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.”
“I am a brother to dragons, a companion to owls.”
“The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.”
“I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world”
“I want us. I want to swim in the way you make me feel; I want it to soak my clothes until they become a skin, and I want my skin to soak into my bones.”
“I am pleased the Lord made my skin Black. I wish He had made it thicker.”