"one by one. open them up, bleed them out. we're nothing more than pouches to carry blood. then we die, rain it down on the stones like a highstorm's flood."
"a layer of skin, a layer of fat, a layer of muscle, a layer of bone. that was what men were." p776 (Way of Kings)
a mix for my sad dark eyed bridgeboy and his lost little brother

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