The trees were the first things I saw, then came the path and lining the path on either side were mirrors all of them facing each other as I approached and watched in each mirror there was a monk all...

All she felt was the burning wind, the ever-changing ice and a constant rhythm of both heart and feet pounding against shredded patches of soiled leaves and twigs. Beaten, broken and blood-soaked she ...

The sudden sound of frozen silence Twisting motions of the air