Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

the pale matron departs then, her message delivered and hanging in the air, heavy and morbid between them. the enchantment of the moment has been shattered — like a stone cast to fragile glass. a sigh flutters, bitten back, in his chest, barred from making itself known even though there is a very slight rise and fall of his shoulders. i understand, wintersbane responds. a cougar was no idle threat. fevered passions can wait ...even if his body does not so readily agree with this particular thought. not so strenuous at all.