...there was a time when caves ran like a spiderweb of the gods beneath the northern mountains...
...and there was a time when a child left the caves to write her life upon the outer sands...
...and there was a time when her story passed around fires in the clouded nights...

These pages are not designed for the faint of browser. I specifically wished to work with the possibilities of JavaScript and style sheets (the site will probably be gibberish without them), so make sure you have them enabled. This story is also on the image-heavy side, mostly to avoid font problems. I have recieved complaints from people using Netscape, so if you are doing so and you have the oppurtunity to switch to IE, you might want to; I haven't had the chance to try to troubleshoot the code in question yet. The at the bottom right will always take you forward, at the upper left will always take you back.

As for the rest of what an introduction might be...

No. I will be quiet now. Merely proceed. You will know for yourself.

 

        The book lies open in the sand...