Tag: immortality, love, the-necromancer

Why do you want to do this?” he asked curiously. “Why is this woman so important to you?”Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. “Have you ever loved anyone?” he asked.”Yes,” Tamnuz said cautiously, “I had a consort once, Inanna…””But did you love her? Truly love her?”The Green Man remained silent.”Did she mean more to you than life itself?” Saint-Germain persisted.”They do not love that do not show their love,” Shakespeare murmured very softly.The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. “I love my Jeanne,” he said simply. “I must go to her.””Even though it will cost you everything?” Tamnuz persisted, as if the idea was incomprehensible.”Yes. Without Joan, everything I have is worthless.””Even your immortality?””Especially my immortality.” Gone were the banter and the jokes. This was a Saint-Germain whom neither Shakespeare nor Palamedes had ever seen before. “I love her,” he said,