It wasn’t exactly a tiger, of course. Tigers were natural animals, and this one was not. It was like someone had molded pale flesh like clay to resemble a tiger, with blazing purple eyes and a radiant aura of hunger. Its teeth were gleaming white steel, its black stripes shifted and moved by the second, and a blazing halo hovered over its head. The

Mnemosyne, mother of memories,

The Creation Mother is always also the Death Mother and vice versa.

In many cultures, there are goddesses who are the spinners and weavers of fate.