He suddenly realized he was still clutching the bloody knife, and shook it free from his hand as though it clung to him. He shook his hand a few more times, trying to shake the blood from it...but his hand remained bloody, and his sleeve...
At first, Kian profited from the chaos that ensued. One could earn a fair living rifling the pockets of those that died at the hands of the city guard. And people fleeing the city, presented opportunities for burglary and looting that were...
The thick greasy smoke of powerful inscense rose from ancient braziers, twisting and turning through the monks' chambers, until it found its freedom and scattered to the winds buffeting the mountain.
According to one ancient scroll, she took the form of an ugly, old woman with a hairy body, long straight hair and breasts so huge that she uses them to wash her clothes. On her head she wore a red hat with a fern twig attached to it.