Principia Infecta

Two winters did I hunt the Whisper Witch in the web-choked, snowy forests of Tsibra, whilst maw spiders waited in frozen death for the thaw of spring and new prey. I sought high, upon ice-strewn hills above the storms; I sought low, where the stinking fens cast icy glissades into sinkholes that lead to the palaces of the Undergods.

In the summer of migrating, knife-footed hrale that followed the first futile winter, Blue Talia of Kol Kut cast the bones of a fresh-slain slave. She saw the Whisper Witch engrossed within her caverns, spinning silk from the eyes of venom-weakened youths. So it was the caverns I delved in the second futile Tsibra winter, for I sought a certain ward and sign that the witch of spiders had long known well.

[ Posted by Reason on October 25, 2006 ]