His poetry is fine. He just doesn't know the difference between a monster and a- that thing.
[ To be fair, neither would most people in 1095.
There seems to be another of the arc lamps at the top of the stairs, if the loud sound of it and the light flooding down the steps is any indication. It makes the stairs easier to climb, and Trevor's grateful for that much. ]
'Before me lay six paths. One led to a building that was a church in all but the Lord's presence, dismantled and rebuilt exactly within the castle's walls where He could not enter. Another led to a great theater. A third led to the prisons where those among Walter's army would be kept, and a fourth to the laboratories where he forced my best love to share his great wisdom. The fifth led to a great garden where the plants grew by eternal moonlight. The final door, I knew, would lead to Walter's solar.'
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[ To be fair, neither would most people in 1095.
There seems to be another of the arc lamps at the top of the stairs, if the loud sound of it and the light flooding down the steps is any indication. It makes the stairs easier to climb, and Trevor's grateful for that much. ]
'Before me lay six paths. One led to a building that was a church in all but the Lord's presence, dismantled and rebuilt exactly within the castle's walls where He could not enter. Another led to a great theater. A third led to the prisons where those among Walter's army would be kept, and a fourth to the laboratories where he forced my best love to share his great wisdom. The fifth led to a great garden where the plants grew by eternal moonlight. The final door, I knew, would lead to Walter's solar.'
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