Thread:ZDee/@comment-6042046-20130729212605

These are the collected snippets of his tale as echoed by the Bazaar on facebook and twitter starting from July 22:

"The Surgeon's Child he swam alone, across the wide black zees. The Surgeon's Child he came unknown to old charred sovereignties..."

The Surgeon's Child. He'd chosen the roof-top life, and we left him untouched, as we always do. We knew we would regret it, but fair's fair.

The Surgeon's Child. How could he know the Cladery Heart was ours? How could we know what we had done to sever it? Poor Heart. Poor boy.

The journey home was easier for the Surgeon's Child. He lay atop the Heart as its fibrils pulsed it home. Smiled at the quiet false-stars.

The journey was harder for the Heart. The waters had changed. The Neath was colder. Mt Nomad roamed here, roamed there. Years were gone.

Cladery Heart! We heard your beat approach. You were a part of us, but not our best. We had banished you away to keep the lacre clean.

Cladery Heart! The stories always end when we devour some unfortunate. We are rarely hungry. But we know our duties. 