Any student of Histories knows: as within, so without. One way or another.

I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.

I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.

I shaped a mighty believer from the fires of the Forge.

I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.

I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.

I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.

I have taken the seeds of the Crowned Growth into me.

I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.

My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.

I have made the necessary sacrifice to enter the Mansus through the Spider Door.

I was consumed, but another I rose higher

I don't think it really qualifies as a cadaver, so much as a souvenir.

I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.

I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.

I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.

Somehow I can't stop thinking about it...

The Corrivality is the world's engine.

Now we are scholars of the heart.

She ensures I have sweet dreams.

It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry.

Our heartbeats quicken together.

We dream the same pink dreams.

I may give him his reward.

I am well repaid.

We find, we think, a way.

He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.

I am a successful trophy.

He thanks me afterwards.

That is enough.

I am drunk with her.

We seem a suited pair.

I would not say it ended badly.

Our home is littered with his notes.

Life is not easy with her.

Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret.

She wants very much to be found.

We are happy, I think.

One by one we douse the flames.

Our house is home to fluttering things.

The Wolf and all the wandering flames will feast.

I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.

We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.

I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.

I was devoured, but another I rose higher

It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.

The Wood grows around the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.

There's a lot of the world, and it's not all mapped yet.

I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.

I have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall I cease.

Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.

I carry the colours of lost Hours with me like a coal of rosy fire.

I have one very specific recommendation for the contract...'

I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.

We have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall we cease.

We gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. We will not grow old.

I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.

I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.

I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.

Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.

I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.

I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.

I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.

I have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.

We have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.

The Meniscate favoured us.

The Meniscate favoured me.

This is when I would have died, but my wounds were doors.

I couldn't risk them picking up the trail again.

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The Sun has his course, and so do I.

NO RECKONERS, NO EXCEPTIONS.

I was lost to another I's glory

We walked behind the Watchman. We will not grow old.

I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.

The opposite of battle is death.

I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.

I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.

In the Fifth History alone, I will rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.

I've been poor, I've been rich, and I've learnt that I'd rather be rich.

I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.

My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.

I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.