“ Grasp every experience – but know that some will grasp you too. A kiss can be sweeter than immortality, and more bitter than damnation.” wisdom of the Sensates     Third Void Day of Mortis, 126 HR After drinking the Moonweed elixir, Sarin placed the empty vial on the edge of the basin. He had made this decision carefully, knowing and believing that it was one of the best ways to protect himself. And yet, now that he had emptied the vial, it felt strange for a moment. A decision he could never reverse – just like the one that had led Terrance to give him the potion in the first place. He ran both hands over his face once more to wash away the dust of the savanna. The water felt too warm on his skin, almost like a grip closing around him, and the whole room was filled with a heavy, sweet scent. He was no Sensate, and Lady Erin could certainly better judge it, but he would have bet that the water was laced with aphrodisiacs. However, the Moonweed elixir seemed ...