Say the heart is a harp with music variable to the sharper's hand. The first chords out of me - sweet, painful and dissonant - were plucked by Morgana.
Brother Coel writes Morgana because British letters are hard pressed to represent her ancient tongue. Her real name would sound hard and harsh as the theater and rock that bred her. Said loud and sharp it's like lighting slashed across thunder. She was no Etyene; we were not gentle. We came together like lance against shield, battered and ground against each other. Possessed, we tore from each other the elemental thing we fed on, and when the combat ended, she cried like a she-wolf about the edges of my soul for what I took away. No right or wrong or justice, only need answered or left begging.

- Arthur, Firelord by Parke Goodwin