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`Memnalar is a very talented writer. I especially recommend his Two Paths novel that he is currently writing.
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Two Paths: PrologueI am no poet. I can only write about what I see and hear. Marae tries to teach me so that words come easy when I write in my book. At the end of the day is when I write, long after night falls. I don’t know what day it is.
Marae is asleep now. I should sleep, but I can not. I can hear them, outside the walls. I can hear the laughing. It does not sound like laughing, but that is what it is. It sounds like dogs. Like hell. Animals outside our walls, walking like men. I can not say what it sounds like. Marae maybe could, but I have no words. They are not men. God would not make men such as this.
We are dead. I must say it to myself. I wil
Mother and Old Man WinterFolk called him Old Man Winter, the hills of Grey were his home,
He hated the hearts of mortals, forbade them his hills to roam,
His breath was a storm of black frost, leaving aught but death in its path,
And his touch bore the chill of the boneyard,
Boneyard, boneyard
His touch bore the chill of the boneyard, his eyes white with ageless wrath.
It was the last night of Winter, the snows of Grey fell thick.
Two faced the winds and the darkness, their horse had fallen sick.
A young lad and his mother, hardly past her maidenhead,
She and her boy fled southward,
Southward, southward
She and her
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