That someone would mourn her death made her want to live in the fiercest way.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.
When the wolf howls and the moon dimshope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.
Death drives desire.
It was Jaenelle's voice, but...She was medium height, slender, and fair-skinned. Her gold mane--not quite hair and not quite fur--was brushed up and back from her exotic face and didn't hide the delic...
Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.
To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.
Reality is a hallucination shared by most sane men.
Come to me! Let me take you to a real world of fictions!
I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should...