Elder Lilith — Dances with Tricksters

Her face is a blue stain under gold gilt hair like a raven, eyes like sorrow, Lilith is in mourning, night-madness the paintings refract her deathliness spilling out like shards of mirror you could get lost in her thick tangles you could drown in those ocean irises Lilith is not sweet – she’s all musk, […]

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