And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time...
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo.The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow.
Self-defense was an accepted motive for murder.
But that did not stop her heart from shattering into countless pieces or her soul from shredding into slivers.
Her heart was leading her where it belonged. To him.
She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her m...