From 'Lungbarrow'

It was Kasterborous the Fibster, the mythological Hero himself, pulling the chariot of silver fire to which he had been yoked by the Gods.

Belated Lyle/Cos Postboot Drabble: for elsewhere7

Old Habits Only Need a Little Silverale to Die

"If you could choose - I mean, you can, but you never do, do you. If you actually chose, which Legionnaire would you want to hook up with?"

"Imra."

"Not habits, Rokk. Not assumptions based on the ideals of your friends. Not who's gone after you. Consider everyone, look me in the eye, and tell me it's really Imra."

Cos glanced up and eyed Lyle, swirling his silverale bottle around idly. He almost said something, then shut his mouth and looked down and away.

"Thought not," said Lyle smugly, taking a swig.

The black-haired Founder didn't look up. "You."