Yorda frowned, not minding the question, but the memories that came with it. "It was Mother who made it dark," she told the woman, simply. "She did it when those on the island displeased her." It had been rare, but it had still happened, and Yorda shivered at the memory. "There were only the shadows on the island, except for us."

Shadows that her mother had created, no less, from the souls of the sacrificed children.