My mother was a wolf, you see, and my father was the North Wind. Like both of my parents, Iโm fast. And like both of them, Iโm strong. And like both of them, I bite.
But since you have suffered with me, you will forgive me both for what I did, and what I do now, touching you with unholy hands โ at once your cruellest enemy and your dearest lover.
look at your body โ
a painted puppet, a poor toy of jointed parts ready to collapse, a diseased and suffering thing with a head full of false imaginings.