"Endings are foretold in beginnings, young human," Moriana said, "and the seeds of destruction are sown at creation." The dragoness smiled, a toothy sight. "But if you're fortunate, you're able to come around again to start anew."
"Is it always the same, honored Moriana?" I asked, my child's voice not yet broken by adolescence. I hopped from dragon print to dragon print, pressed deep in the leaf mold. "The same ending and beginning?"
"For some," the dragoness admitted. "But for others, it is the spiraling song of the lark ascending."
-- Covenants, by Lorna Freeman
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