The Dark Mirror

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.

Tales within tales. Dreams within dreams. Pattern on pattern and path beyond path. For such short-lived folks, the human kind seem determined to make things as complicated as possible for themselves.

Love...it complicates our games, old friend, it insinuates itself, disrupting the most carefully laid plans and unmanning the most disciplined heart.

You speak like a jealous lover." -Fola to Broichan

It is a strange attitude, to view a woman merely as an object to be taken; to be so overwhelmed by the body’s cravings that a man must satisfy them even at such a cost.

Amazing, I thought nobody could tell that man what to do." -Foalan to Bridei Talking about Broichan

son. This was a revelation. The more she considered