AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Musician of the Night: Not exactly. Lando (to be pronounced French, please, not like Lando Calrissian!) was merely married to my great-great-great-grandmother, but he's not the father of my great-great-grandmother – luckily. Wouldn't want that in the family.
Hotaru: Ah, ice cream. I see. Raaahh for the ice cream. ;-) My Erik wants some, too. g
Ashley: Fancy meeting you here! ;-) Only keep in mind that I'm not precisely accurate, despite being a historian's son. ;) But some things just look better when they're a bit changed. g
TheQueenSarah: Feel free to hate me, because it does not bother me much. I'm not one of those who tries to be everybody's friend. And if I appreciate Niobe, that's my own concern, since she's my own creation. Pairings are my own concern just as well. Your Phantom? There must have been a slight misunderstanding… And I don't feel obliged to lay open all the future pairings; there have been enough spoilers already. Yes, this is going to be my sister's Christmas present. If you don't like it, don't read it, but don't go telling me all the time that I'm practically destroying the world by Erik and Christine not cooing over each other like a pair of pigeons all the time.
Bea: So what the Hell is what I said. g Wow, you're the first person who even knows who Levani Outchaneichvili is! Let me guess… you know him from Air Force One
Book One: Walking the Earth
I. Watch it burn
II. A perfect Opera
III. Deep down below
IV. Every waking Moment
V. Laugh in your Loneliness
VI. Guide and Guardian
VII. Promise me
VIII. In the Darkness
Lo! the white-gleaming walls Of the world of yore
The memory fading In the mists of time
The bonds which were broken The bane released
As the earth was shaken At the end of the age
All the dread deeds done As Death was born
None now remember And none will again
How cataclysm came Cloaked in night and fire
As the Fate of the Fateless Was full-wrought at last
–The Lay of the Shadow, Canto I
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return
–Opera Ghost, Don Juan