In which Danko’s kin do not stamp out his flaming heart, but place it gently back inside his chest.
by Shane Inman

In which the weakest of Danko’s kin, so timid in old Izergil’s telling, kneels with a needle chipped from his rib and a thread woven from his sinew and stitches the young man’s chest so delicately he leaves no scar.