Requiem's Hope (Dawn of Dragons)
“"Hello, daughter!" She flew toward him, a golden dragon now, but he had seen her human form, and he had laughed at her wretchedness. Issari, his youngest, was a beautiful woman, her hair long and rich, her face fair enough to inspire poems and songs. Her sister, meanwhile, bore the marks of her shame upon her: a crooked jaw probably broken long ago, a frail frame denoting years of hunger, and short ragged hair. She had fled him years ago, and she had suffered for it, and that pleased Raem.
"And... you will suffer much more, Laira," he whispered as he flew toward her. "You will grow to miss your exile. Stitchmark will make you more wretched by far." He grinned to remember Stitchmark, the demon of needles and scalpels and spools, stitching a new face onto Ciana. The young woman was fighting nearby upon her own demon, her new face flushed with her lust for battle. But Laira—she would not become beautiful like Ciana. She would turn into a creature like the bat he rode. Perhaps he would ride Laira too, fly upon her to hunt dragons and ruin this world she fought for.MoreLess
"And... you will suffer much more, Laira," he whispered as he flew toward her. "You will grow to miss your exile. Stitchmark will make you more wretched by far." He grinned to remember Stitchmark, the demon of needles and scalpels and spools, stitching a new face onto Ciana. The young woman was fighting nearby upon her own demon, her new face flushed with her lust for battle. But Laira—she would not become beautiful like Ciana. She would turn into a creature like the bat he rode. Perhaps he would ride Laira too, fly upon her to hunt dragons and ruin this world she fought for.MoreLess
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