The first time I saw the Pale Rider was in a vision...
He was facing away towards the sea...his long dark hair flowing in the wind.
When he turned to look at me, he spoke but I could not hear his voice.
Only the crashing waves of the sea...the cries of seabirds in the sky...the rapid beating of my heart...
Yet, I knew that he was calling me a name he had given me...and that...
He would become a God.
If by any chance he could not, then he would beget a God in his place.
I wanted...
I wanted to be his bride.
I wanted him to love me.
I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to wound him.