THE DAUGHTERS OF THE LIE – Our ways are mild, but we have tigers in the blood. We speak them smooth, but ice runs in our veins: we would tear the heart out of an enemy, as easily as we would break bread or pull a lettuce. Nobody knows us, the daughters of the lie. At a sticking point, the heath is as good a bed for us, as any sanctioned mattress. With mercy to all, we have pity for none. Although they lie with us, and stroke the sheepskin, they never see the wolf. The fangs and claws, are in the mind and heart, and nobody is spared. We have kestrel’s eyes, and our kin are the wildness and the wet. Come, the feast is spread. You can sate yourself on me, and never taste my truth. http://www.amazon.com/All-Answer-Shall-Ever-Get/dp/9351777049
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