| The ways of the gods may be mysterious indeed, but to those of us who walk as gods amongst the Shadow-dwellers even our own deeds may mystify us. Amongst the shadow-dwellers I have seen families that are close and loving, with bonds of blood binding them tight together against whatever the world may throw against them. Even these most humble folk can find happiness and strength in their own kin. Why is it that we, the children of Amber, with every power in our grasp - why is it that we cannot have what the meanest shadow-dweller has ? So it is with the children of Oberon. And so I write my diary, so that perhaps one day those that come after us, perhaps even my own flesh and blood, may read what I have written and come to understand why we did as we did, and learn from our mistakes, for they are legion. - Moira Huh ! She may have been beloved of my father, one of the few pure desires that remained to him - but don't be fooled by her sweet disclaimer above; Moira, my Aunt, was no noble creature betrayed and hard-done-by. Powerful, yes. Unfairly treated, perhaps. An enigma, certainly. But no saint. Bound by the archaic mores of the older generations she failed to explore the passions of our kind and rise above the limitations of the blood. And so failed. I honour her for what she meant, once, to Father. Her tale is an interesting one. But let's be fair - the only side of the story it isn't - so here's some of the tale from the other side of the track ... - Juliette, daughter of Armand | |||||
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