“ By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and intelligence. The heart of the One is pious and evil will cower. Couatl will rise. ”
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
~ Barbara T. Cerny
God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.
~ Barbara T. Cerny
I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.
~ Barbara T. Cerny
I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.
~ Barbara T. Cerny