Who am I? What am I?
I am the bastard child of the Shadowline. That jagged rift of
sun-broiled stone was my third parent.
You cannot begin to understand me, or the Shadowline, without
knowing my father. And to know Gneaus Julius Storm you have to know
our family, in all its convolute interpersonal relationships and
history. To know our family . . .
There is no end to this. The ripples spread. And the story,
which has the Shadowline and myself at one end, is an immensely
long river. It received the waters of scores of apparently
insignificant tributary events.
Focusing the lens at its narrowest, my father and Cassius
(Colonel Walters) were the men who shaped me most. This is their
story. It is also the story of the men whose stamp upon them
ultimately shaped their stamp upon me.
Who am I? What am I?
I am the bastard child of the Shadowline. That jagged rift of
sun-broiled stone was my third parent.
You cannot begin to understand me, or the Shadowline, without
knowing my father. And to know Gneaus Julius Storm you have to know
our family, in all its convolute interpersonal relationships and
history. To know our family . . .
There is no end to this. The ripples spread. And the story,
which has the Shadowline and myself at one end, is an immensely
long river. It received the waters of scores of apparently
insignificant tributary events.
Focusing the lens at its narrowest, my father and Cassius
(Colonel Walters) were the men who shaped me most. This is their
story. It is also the story of the men whose stamp upon them
ultimately shaped their stamp upon me.