King me, Calahan, king me. Calahan, I should have chosen black for my first move. It fits my moods. Goldin moved the maverick king back across the board and frowned. Black, dungeon black.
People forget the East is also where the dark begins.
Of course, she's just a part of the story. You know how it is. It's never simple. Sometimes, my mind rushes like a storm sewer, and when the torrent finally breaks into an open bay, I see Da-ling sitting on a raft. Da-ling, on a raft, Calahan.