It is a most ancient tale. Two gods from before the time

of men and women. Longing and love and loss, the beasts

doomed to wander through the centuries.

A tale of mores, told with the purpose of no resolution.

Its meaning, gentle readers, lies not in a soul-warming

conclusion, but in all that is unattainable in this world.

Who then could have imagined such closure?

Winter’s Love

Silbaratha

(MoI, UK Trade, p.616)