I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

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.

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.

Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive.

Nothing has changed, or will change. So we must change it.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul