The daughter of the tyrant knows the paths of darkness, for her mother was a fay from the deep parts of the old forest. She knows the ways of shadows, and the places where they lead. She walks in them and hears the secrets whispered in the night. A life she loves, she steals, in little visits, draining it away in their sleep. Her lovers are all bones, dried and decayed, but it is said she knows, her mother told her, the secret to the tyrant’s life, and the way in which he can die. I do not think she loves her father, for her love means death. Yet, we must woo the lady of night if we are too to learn, if we are to kill, the deathless master of this realm and set the people free.
Daughter of the Night
Tale Told 