Book One – Chapter 2

This unrelenting otherness was too unsettling, too incomprehensible for mortal minds to endure, and so the common people called him the Witch Moon. The common wizards did the same, partly because the illusion was serviceable enough, and partly because every more faithful translation of his true name was worse. It got disturbing, once you learned that the Faramyr word ȟ̗̍ͤa̶͉͉͍̭̰̅̀̈͜ͅȓ̶̶̛̦͇͙̟̈̿͒ͮ͑̋̚͡  meant father. In that regard, it referred not merely to parenthood or provenance, but also to lawful descent, and even to God-given lineage. Other interpretations implied function as much as ancestry. Preserving purpose over sentiment, M̊ÄR̥̊ was the one who bred, and ȟ̗̍ͤa̶͉͉͍̭̰̅̀̈͜ͅȓ̦͇̈̿̚͡  was the one who fed.

And T̰́̇ͦ̀è̸̷̸̬̤̗̊_̸̵̰̦̗̒͜ȟ̗̍ͤa̶͉͉͍̭̰̅̀̈͜ͅȓ̶̶̛̦͇͙̟̈̿͒ͮ͑̋̚͡u̟͖͔̖̙͙͆̄̿ͩͧ̃̽̓̈̌̀͟͞n did feed.