CHAPTER 1 - The Tengu's Promise
The story was an old one, and the teller had been told it many times. Each carefully chosen word had fallen upon his ear again and again like the waves of the ocean wearing away the rocks of the shore, etching themselves upon his memory. So much so, that the words themselves lived within him. Though he was a man that had little use for words, when he told this story he became most deft of tongue and gesture. The story filled his lip and li. . .
I am a perversion. It is not in some emotional self-flagellating or morose manner that I say this. It is not for pity’s sake, nor to warn against my being somehow wrong or ugly. Most of the time, in fact, I am impossibly beautiful. I am however a perversion, it is a simple fact.
An explanation of my condition is a complicated endeavor, which this record is meant to be some attempt at. When these things that I’ve done come to ligh. . .