Lira spoke the phrase aloud, just once.
Here’s the story:
Every wrong done to her — every love that had curdled, every word swallowed to keep peace — began to ache in her ribs like seeds sprouting backward. She tried to scream, but only the strange syllables came out: farsy chsbydh… bdwn sanswr… danlwd fylm Bitter Moon zyrnwys farsy chsbydh bdwn sanswr