And before you ask, I don't ask what equipment my lovers have, merely if they want to play.
Yasmine GalenornLips to lips, mouth to mouth, Comes the speaker of the shrouds, Suck in the spirit, speak the words, Let secrets of the dead be heard.
Yasmine GalenornCathy Clamp is a visionary author, creating new worlds that are both strong and vividly drawn. Adventure and excitement at its best.
Yasmine GalenornWeave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out.
Yasmine GalenornAnd she arose from her deathbed in a gossamer gown, with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the night. And those who were her captors trembled, for the scent of death and madness emanated from her soul, and yet she was not dead. She moved like the spiders that creep in the treetops, and none could look away. Taking her first captor in hand, she fed deep and ravenous. And so it was that Myst, Queen of the Indigo Court, was born from the blood of the dead.
Yasmine Galenorn