I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though darkness had a soul, here, swaying to heartbeats roaring.


The Iron Hunt: Hunter Kiss: (ed. Hachette UK, 2010) - ISBN: 9780748115204


I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though...

I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though...

I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though...

I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though...