He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.
Catherine FisherWhere 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.
Catherine FisherAll 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
Catherine Fisher