So he took Lyra.
One night, he descended.
“They are one soul,” the Eagle whispered to his falconer. “To possess both is to own the sky.” twin roses a mad eagle 39-s obsession pdf
But roses remember they have thorns.
He stole Lira first. Easy. She came willingly, believing she could heal his madness. She sang to him in his marble hall. For three days, the Eagle smiled. Then he grew bored. So he took Lyra
The Eagle never slept.