Through the deepest winter…
Musings: The Glade of the Sun
There is a northern glade, growing where oceans turn to ice…
Musings: She Is Trapped Who Fears Her Guardian
Come ye now, across the veil; See what love there does entail.
Musings: Through The Deepest Winter
Gegnum djúpan vetr fer ek at leita þín. Through deep winter fare I to seek thee.
Musings: In the Hall of the Mountain Queen
The horizontal world always does paint the shattered world better than it was done…
