Splendor was the decree of the day.

Most tales carry a kernel of truth, else they're soon forgotten.

We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

She knew them all by name and by nature. Some were aromatic, others beautiful, but all were poisonous, her garden of deathly delights.

He'd chase her to Hell and back if needs be, but whether it was for love, or lust, or power, he did not know.

Listening from the shadows, the Mordant sought lies worthy of embellishments and truths needing to be quashed.

Is ridicule their only weapon against a girl?

The gods grant a strange power to those who are overlooked, the power to do the unexpected.