/lit/ - Literature

>>"My name is cloud, if a cloud can fight like a lion; it'll rain down spears and sword blows and lop noblemen's heads off. If my name penetrates your ears it will freeze your blood. Have you ever heard, in any company, of the bow and lariat of Rostam? You know what I call a mother who bears a son like you? A sewer of shrouds, or a mourner at a wake. Brining your cronies here against me is as pointless as throwing walnuts at a dome in the hope they'll stick there.

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