My life flowed into her like a river of fire as I called upon the healing magic. I held her head against my chest and the wound she had opened there while her quivering arms wrapped around my torso. I could feel her body, not just as it was against mine, not just as I had known it from sight, but now with a new and intimate knowledge. I felt the death and decay of her long still heart, and the weight of all the millennia it had lain dormant. My blood touched it: it burned, convulsed, and beat anew.
The Castle in the Woods
