Foreword
What we remember is the hatred that runs in our blood. There are no laws, no laws, no justice, no justice, and the black steps stretch out into the deep Nine Shadows, and what is hidden inside? Maybe it's an equally dark right hand.
What we remember is the hatred that runs in our blood. There are no laws, no laws, no justice, no justice, and the black steps stretch out into the deep Nine Shadows, and what is hidden inside? Maybe it's an equally dark right hand.