By Gaia’s left breast, Hades, you really are a moron,
But the purpose of stories was to take the ugly, terrifying truths with which one must live and turn them into brave and beautiful ideas one might love.
Always seeing a child as the innocent left you open to not seeing when the child was scheming to take you down. It
:No one runs from anything quite like they run from change.:
This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not...
Vampires don’t snore.
Tehukohiakhazarishtial,
Depredations
Zen Hugs - the hugs that you would get, if we were there, if we could hug you, but we aren't, and we can't.
You wicked boy! You could never keep up with me! I’ve buried two husbands, and I’ve no patience for training up a third!
You are eccentric when you have enough money to not be considered crazy, Dominik
Why would you want to make them happy? Amberdrake turned back to his little friend, and sat with a sad smile on his face. Because they are bitter, unhappy people, and very little else makes them happy...
What is courage? its chorus asked--and the song answered, It is to give when hope is gone, when there is no chance that men may call you a hero, when you have tried and failed and rise to try again. I...
We could also come to the question of motive, although as any good detective will tell you, you need to find the means first, then the opportunity, all bolstered by evidence, and then you will have th...
We can rebuild. We can’t resurrect. I
Van, Van, we’re only simple, fallible mortals - we aren’t saints, we aren’t angels - we fall on our faces and make errors and sometimes people die of them - sometimes people we love dearly -
To get back to the original subject, most dragons prefer to be friends at a distance. Occasionally meet where the edges of our territories join—that sort of thing. Chat, exchange news, perhaps play a...
Three things trust and cherish well-The horse on which you ride,The beast that guards and watches,And your shield-mate at your side.
Three things see no end-A flower blighted ere it bloomed,A message that was wasted,And a journey that was doomed.
Three things never trust in-The maiden sworn as pure,The vows a king has given,And an ambush that is sure.