Lore

“I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.”

“It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie. They smooth over imperfections to tell a good tale, or to instruct us how we should behave, or to assign glory to victors and shame those who falter. Perhaps there were some in Sparta who embodied those myths. Perhaps. But how we are remembered is less im

It was a slow crawl, the tunnel making it feel as though they were trapped inside a bleak eternity, that they would be walking forever toward a place they would never reach.

coveted?”

ichor

A feather fallen from a wing is not lost, Gil had told her, but free.

It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie.