No one loves me,–no one cares for me, but you, mother.
John Thornton, ‘North and South’ (E. Gaskell)
No one loves me,–no one cares for me, but you, mother.
Maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you. Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you. That sounds like something you would do. Or maybe it is a dream. Your dream, my dream, I do not know. These are questions for wise men with skinny arms. You are the moon of my life, that is all I know and all I need to know. And if this is a dream, I will kill the man who tries to wake me.