I dreamt of a mare, blood black as sin, with a glare, much darker than that which churned within. And yet I swear, she wears a smile so thin, it shines in the dark a crescent flare, her wicked grin.
This is a collection of short stories. Detailing the introspective monarch of the Night, following her through personal moments of bliss and tragedy, loneliness and romance, conflict and friendship.