"For the longest time after I was born, I was cared for and fed and loved by my parents, beneath my mother's shroud of fire and my father's stern, watchful eye. At first I thought that was love.
But one day, I saw my mother's tongue wrap around my seven brothers and sisters. She ate them all and spared only me. The eighth and easily the smallest. I thought she had chosen to save my life out of compassion and still I thought that was love.
But one day I too felt her tongue wrap around me and I knew there was no love in my mother, so I broke free from the shroud of fire, I broke free from my mother and I flew forth from the cave which was my