“Meraki watches them go with a strange fascination. The men of the east were truly intriguing in a sick sort of way. She could come at them armed to the tooth in iron and all they would see is the body that lay beneath, the softer feminine curves that indicate she is less worthy of their attention as anything besides just that; flesh. That is, until she actually drew blood, and then that’s when they saw her. And if that's what it took to be seen, then she would draw rivers of it.”
Book:Hymn of The Night