His obsession began as a collector’s fancy. He watched them from his tower as they gathered herbs in the valley. He had their scent bottled — rosehip and thunder — and drank it before bed. But obsession, like an eagle’s talon, tightens slowly until the bone cracks.
He locked them in adjoining rooms — the white rose and the red — with a single door between. He would visit Lira to feel peace. Then visit Lyra to feel alive. And between them, he would stand in the doorway, breathing both their airs, believing he had become a god. twin roses a mad eagle 39-s obsession pdf
He laughed. A mad, dry sound like stones falling down a well. His obsession began as a collector’s fancy
“They are one soul,” the Eagle whispered to his falconer. “To possess both is to own the sky.” But obsession, like an eagle’s talon, tightens slowly
“You cut me,” he said, touching a scratch on his cheek.