All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.

I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars -Songs of Sapphique

Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen?' 'Forging machines to challenge the darkness.' 'And the Wise, who made the world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.