" Once upon a time, Svoyatovi Igor slew a dragon with three heads and stole its scales to make armor that could not be broken by spear or sword.
Delizvik dela Svoyatova Kataryn threaded the stars through her hair and danced in the woods and kissed a god.
Delizvik dela.
Once upon a time, magic was a thing nestled under the roots of tress and it the sky and it could be taken so easily as whispering a prayer.
How did he know this?
He shouldn’t know this.
Nadya leaning her head against his shoulder and reading fanciful stories of the saints aloud to keep the darkness of the forest at bay. Her voice gentle and rhythmic, the ice in it melted in the warmth of the fire. Somehow, the stories had remained.
One upon a time, there was a boy who had helped break magic free from its prison. But with it, entropy had escaped. And one would devour the other until only darkness was left.
The end. "
― Emily A. Duncan , Blessed Monsters (Something Dark and Holy, #3)