I had become something, as if born again. I had hung between possibilities before, between the cold truths I knew and the heart-sucking conjuring tricks of the Shaper; now that was passed: I was Grendel, Ruiner of Meadhalls, Wrecker of Kings!
But also, as never before, I was alone.
-- We are the supernatural among the supernatural. Hiding in fear of the worlds march towards progress. We are forgotten and as we are forgotten we vanish. Maybe for the best.
-- We are related through the blood of Caine, yes I know you, we are kin only separated by our curses.
-- They are the keepers of the Garden. But so frail, once I relished that frailty as I sucked the marrow from their bones.
-- I come from a place and time where the Fae ran wild. Why...the witch who cursed me may have been one of them.
