“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...

  He watched her and her dragon from the windows on the bridgeFlying back and forth along the perimeter as if riding along a ridgeShe was a Valkyrie and could somehow sense the dangers of NibiruShe couldn't penetrate the force...