Everything here is right. As it should be. I sit in my rooms in the Silverspire, perched in the window, overlooking the domain of the Weir. I am ruler of all I survey.

It is easy, so easy, to forget that this is only half of Weirmonken. That the place most people think of Weirmonken now is just a brighter version of the truth. Here, the nightmare ( Read more... )