C12 TWELVE

This Sorrow's Heavenly

DRAKE

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

— William Shakespeare, Othello

BELETH SHOVED ME against the side of the cliff, his body a dark blur as he picked me up and threw me.

Onto my face.

"I thought we weren't fighting," I said, wiping a trickle of blood from my nose