Sword, Blade, and Moon

The winds rage, and all things wither through the ages; fine steeds and famed wines lie abandoned in the wilderness.

Heroes and heroines trade songs over wine in the gallant halls of wandering knights.

A song of a pure heart, forever filled with regret; black hair turns silver amid the autumn sorrows of the shore.

A man's ambition lies on roads leading in every direction; the long journey home brings only a distant, lingering sigh.

The heroic spirit of women beats like a drum; cold bones and a steadfast heart will usher in spring.

Bare-armed, they shoulder the tombs of countless caves; supple as swallows, they forge lasting deeds with sinew and bone.

In this world of wanderers, none can escape their desires; only after countless trials and tribulations can sorrow become clear.

Through every twist of fate, command the rise and fall; roam free to the ends of the earth, proud of the martial world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.