Lithe she was, an elfin maiden, and her blades were like lunes shine
yet her heart was for me barren, she longed for darkness, was not mine
- Alinastro of Skystone
Within the chest of a wizardly tool, there beats a Shard heart, deeming the master a fool.
Belsethra, the Mother of Sin
An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.