THE WHISPERING CHRONICLES

“When the final night of the ninth month descends, do not search for the wanderer. Listen only for the sound […]

“Two hands holding quills of fire cannot write a simple melody; they tear open the throat of the night until

“The silver plate has captured what the mind refused to hold. The seal is pressed; the frozen dawn begins.” —

“When the autumn equinox draws near, the frozen earth shall reveal what the daylight sought to hide.” — Alistair Veil