Tear the sky open, and I shall rise from the thunder.

Tales written for my readers and their endless support.

Rain down on me, and I would teach the earth how to sing.

Struck me with your thunder, and I will glow with your lightning.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

I did not realize that the sting of betrayal could come back so mercilessly.

The flesh remembers, the soul regrets.