Ice, like a sharp sting, a violent and inescapable burn. Forever at her heels, it bites, he claws. The thunder of spectral hooves, the howl of the wolf in the night. The lick of static each time she hurtles herself through time and space. An endless pursuit, a game of cat and mouse, of Swallow and Sparrowhawk, spiraling out in a perpetual loop. She runs, he follows. Where she dares tread, he dares destroy.
Just a heads up that a bunch of new items were added to my shop – and while there are no new Witcher embroideries added, a few are left from the last update, and now you can take advantage of the sale! Get 15% off orders of $33CAD or more until April 25, to celebrate my birthday!
