Isobel

1/8/09 15:44

( Villagers scurry like ants at the howl of the chimera and the griffon's call. Nowhere to hide from the hydra, the centaur, or the dragon. Man-eaters one and all. One man alone will stand his ground and, like a mountain, bars the way. The stance, the face, the attitude. All say he fears nothing but fear. ... We visited his grave today. )

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