“ Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart?Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue...is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved? L V HALL
“ My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father… T.H. White
“ The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole. John Mark Green
