1 Work in Bellis Coldwine/Uther Doul
Silence was the saddest of refuges. Devoid of jettisoned, pithy words, no flotsam to salvage. It made an empty harbor like waiting arms, its rictus of cracked bone and peeled, leathered skin. And the still dust, and the cobwebs. He could not forget the crypt, that horrible welcome home.