Liber Lunae - Chapter 69

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I have chased Máni since before men named the chase.

They call me monster because I run hungry. They call him holy because he runs beautifully.

No one asks what promise was made before the first pursuit.

Each night he spills silver on the snow so I cannot pretend I lost the trail.

I have eaten kings, sheep, prayers, and one very arrogant seer. None tasted like the Moon.

At Ragnarök they say I will catch him.

This is supposed to be my victory.

Yet what is a hunter when the running ends?

I begin to suspect prophecy was invented by prey to make predators fear success.

So run, pale brother.

Give me one more night in which destiny remains behind my teeth.