A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "And now here I sit,on my brow a circlet of fire,and this kingdomI ruleis naught but the hostof my life's recollections,unruly subjects,so eager for insurrection,to usurp the aged manfrom his charred throneand raise upyounger versionsone by one." ―The Crown of Years
Attributes | Values |
---|---|
rdfs:label |
|
rdfs:comment |
|
dcterms:subject | |
dbkwik:malazan/pro...iPageUsesTemplate | |
abstract |
|