“Your book is an incredible thing. I recognise so much of my home in it, even a few things I didn’t know. I’d been planning to keep it, but as you’re still around, I thought you might like it back. I hope you continue to work on it. I fear that the place we both know is lost with the Sharrow’s death. The book is a fitting tribute.” 

– Venz

C/W: NPC death

“But my eyes were drawn to another figure, who sat in their midst. An anathema, the monster I’d come to know as Venz. From the moment I set eye on him I knew I had to act. That if I didn’t, all of these people would be doomed.”

-Ullun Bakkal

C/W: horror, gore, dead bodies, possession

“Vilte fell into a deep sleep. By the time she had awakened Corpus was already growing under Carn Veskl. Her dark prophecy would be coming true.”

– Avyn Fiir Vorunt

C/W: horror, violence

“We shouldn’t have gone into the caves.” – Challa

C/W: Death, trauma

“Realise this. Realise that despite your training, killing a remnant will not be easy. 

They are living gods. Even if your sword strikes true their wounds will heal, their hearts mend. You must do things right. 

These are the steps, commit them to memory.”

– Crooner Cassis

C/W: death, dead body

“Every settlement here has its own ways of celebrating our remnants arrival, because we know that with it comes Spring. That in its tred wildflowers grow like footprints, birds settle to nest and the land begins to warm, ready for the sewing of the year’s first crops.Spring spreads through the land in a great circle. The Sharrow’s passing is a signal for life to wake. I have spent half a life trying to trace the Sharrow, to give detail to its movements. This is what I know.” 

– Cast

“But, Vilte’s greatest strength was her gift for understanding people. She was able to bring others to her cause, to build a following and inspire them into action. She showed a faith in them and, in return, they would show a faith in her.”

– Avyn Fiir Vorunt

C/W: Horror

“High above, split from the knowing, the body walked in circles around the world thread, and from its being and its witnessing the world was born. Everywhere it passed, the thought of things solidified, and wound another thread around the world’s string.”

– Belka

C/W: Horror

“Even the world itself can catch a sickness, once the wound has festered, hidden, for too long. I wonder now how I didn’t feel the fever burning in its caverns. How I could not see the threads of fate there, cut and twisted out of shape.”

– Belka

C/W: minor horror, implied offscreen death

“This is not the first time we’ve been forced to leave our homes behind. Nearly fifty years ago – before most of us were born – we lived in a different place, way to the west. There, on an island blanketed in colourless fog, our parents and grandparents lived in a town called Brisal. They didn’t need to wear veils, their eyes perfectly suited to the shifting shades of mist.”

– an excerpt from the letters of Jeddah Assum