Conquest is made from the ashes of one's enemies.
To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
Books are keys that open many doors.
Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.
There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.
She leaves my side and heads deeper into
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the...
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.