Betrayal isn't ridiculous. It's the reason empires fall.
Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul...
She was always demanding of herself, Do I dare? Do I dare disturb the universe?
Magic was all fun and games until you had the H-bomb of spell materials on the bottom of your shoes.
We were up the whole night just talking, walking the city. You can walk those blocks forever, take a break on the edge of the fountain, eat pizza and snow cones, awed by the human carnival all around...
WELCOME TO THE BLACKBOARDSThis is the Cordovites' premier wormhole, where time ticks backward, trees grow down, light eats itself, fear is an opening, and life is Sovereign, Deadly, Perfect.