But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.
Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.
To live is – to war with trolls In the holds of the heart and mind
My body is no longer mine. My soul dormant. I am once again, possessed.
People do not want words – they want the sound of battle – the battle of destiny.
Gwydion stood as a wolf at bay, his green eyes glittering, his teeth bared.