"Our fates are death. Immortality lasts only as long as we let it."
The Childer of the Morrigan are the orphans of a vanished army. Where once they were generals and war-chiefs of the Circle of the Crone, tonight they are mercenaries and advisers in the service of the pagan power. The number of Stormcrows has dwindled. They are warrior-poets without wars to fight, supplanted by subtler power-plays and political back-stabbing.
