Tyeramade Stories

When night and day collide... "It is much the same. When I first met her, I was changed. What feeling of cold I had left me. She was like gold, a furnace of passion and fury. She could burn anyone into pure gold or ashes; whatever she chooses. But I saw that she too burned herself. How am I to save her? There were things I turned cold that I persevered in my own keep and if she were to touch those, would she become cold too?"