![]() She dreamed the first Stormwing.”ĭaine shivered. That creature would defile what mortal killers left, so that humans couldn’t lie about how glorious a soldier’s death is. She wished for a creature that was so repulsive, living on war’s aftermath, that even humans would think twice before battle. That traveler sickened of waste-of death. It was the work of armies, fighting over ground they soon lost again. “Ages ago, a traveler in the mortal realms went from place to place and found only the leavings of war-the starving, the abandoned, the dead. ![]() ![]() Haven’t we all thought somethings a joy, only to find that it’s evil inside? But-forgive my saying it no offense intended-how could anyone dream a Stormwing?” Even dreaming that a winged horse or unicorn would go bad makes sense. Now, I can see folk dreaming winged horses and unicorns. Or our dreams give them shape-something like that. ![]() “I heard somewhere that immortals are born in dreams. Filed under Tamora Pierce Alanna of Pirate's Swoop Lioness Rampant Tortall Song of the Lioness ![]()
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