For the lips of a loose woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as ...a two-edged sword.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
a star called Wormwood rose and flickered, shattering... bent light over the dead boiling up in the ground, the biting yellow their corrupted lives streaming to war, denying all our words.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »