The Door, The Room, & The Window
Volume I: Adronicus
I will not go willingly into madness. I must place my self. I have seen through the window and am now compelled to pass through. I must remember, while I still can, and let the impressions take me where they will.
It was there, in Coventry, 13182. That is where it began and perhaps where it ended. Do not wonder about my birth, my childhood, or my education. This was a rebirth of sorts. And there will be never be a death to speak of. Of that, at least, I am now certain.
From that moment, to this moment, here, on the mountaintop in
the north of Tanloc. This is where I am resting, my blood spreading across the
snow after a battle with your God. Then, on that day,
that evening, when the sun was low across the sky, the stone surrounded me.
Not so on this day, when all feeling had left me and the sun itself seemed to
have left in shame over what I had done. On that day, the hallway in which I
sat was made of smooth, gray stone. At one end was a shadowed stairwell that
descended to the floor below. At the other stood a massive door of some black
material which seemed to absorb what little light came in through the arched
window across from me. Outside I could see the shifting orange and pink of the