The Earth speaks
Your iron ropes strangle my hills. You devour my mountains and spew out your own in their place. By your greed do my rivers dry up. You fell my forests for your furnaces, and choke my valleys with soot and with smog. The plundered land cries out for vengeance.
Let your hands blacken in the heat of your fires! Let your ears be deafened by the hammers of your factories! Let your feet be bound to wander the old ways until the Great River rolls over the land!
Let the One be witness: She Who Raised the Islands has spoken.
30 December 2008
Keywords: Firerose, fanfiction, fanfic, Dalemark Quartet, Diana Wynne Jones