Porcupine Ridge Numerous sections are inscribed with "ETERNAL",

And you?

Her gaze never faltered, but she studied Lorcan in a new way now; searching, almost, for something more. Something beyond the polished obsidian surface of him, something that might be fashioned into more than some blackblood dripping dagger or the fleeting-flight fate of an arrowhead.

It was easy enough, Anathema thought, to take the sharp edges of yourself and carve them into a weapon; a brittle thing destined to shatter against the stoneflesh of the world in hopes of leaving a few bloody marks along the way. A common tragedy. Looking at this man now, though, she wondered if he would reach for more.

She wondered how far he was willing to go.