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21 " Tampering with fire will burn you, even in the coldest regions. "
― H.S. Crow
22 " Fairies are just girls with glitter in their veins "
23 " It fell like powdered sugar, brittle, yet airy and without direction as it covered the land under an unforgiving tomb. "
24 " Lies surround me. They are the strangers that linger under the façade of a soft whispered kiss. Ever so lovingly muddled in a single breath, fleeting, yet cemented in the heart. It is difficult to ignore them. They exist everywhere in all shapes and emotions. They drive our world, and our thoughts. "
25 " Long ago, I would’ve laughed at the idea of not killing someone as my first option, but here I am. It’s strange, the ease of falling so far from who I once was, but does it not take falling to learn how to stand? "
26 " COPPERHEAD SANDSTROM: "I, Copperhead Sandstrom will find pleasure in flaying you. You should be proud to face a Hyperion."IKO: "Too much pride can blind."COPPERHEAD SANDSTROM: "Pride is everything, maggot!"IKO: "Then stay blind. "
27 " The sands bury everyone, with or without our help. "
28 " They say pale gilded flowers once blossomed here. They twinkled with excitement beneath the bright ardor of this sun. Each bearing a glint of hope that could heal the most broken of hearts. Yet, in disappointment . . . and regret—I found it to be a lie. For a long time, I lived in that lie. Hatefully ignorant of the person I had to become. If not for her wisdom, the only constant of my journey would be death. In her, we had found hope . . . . . . and it haunts me knowing she’s somewhere out there—alone. I will walk to the ends of the world, until the Gold from the sun dwindles away . . . if it means I can find you. "
29 " Living in the company of death—between the lines. It lets me see your face as if it were yesterday. I wonder if I’ve grown dependent on this pain. Stepping into the otherside. I see you, but Summer . . . who invited you inside? "
30 " Writing is a sacred calling that pulls at the soul. It is the air you breathe. It flows through the veins like a carmine river, and pumps the heart. It is a part of you. Putting a pen between shaky fingers over the unknown vistas of pale opportunity is not for the faint of heart. It is an enduring struggle that takes control of you. "
31 " Fuck that, go lay an egg, I’m next. "
32 " ROOK STIRLING: Aya Atum solkat kallas pana! “May Atum’s descending sun finish you!”IKO: Nog e nebu o’ves sol dara’ka. “Not until the gold from the sun dwindles away. "
33 " Plant love, let it sprout. "
34 " We can pluck feathers later over some doves and redwater. "
35 " To write is not just seeing the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, but a means to shift the tides of color that exist within it. "
36 " They say pale gilded flowers once blossomed here. They twinkled with excitement beneath the bright ardor of this sun. Each bearing a glint of hope that could heal the most broken of hearts. Yet, in disappointment . . . and regret—I found it to be a lie. "
37 " Muscles tore and scarlet poured with each swing the dragon could muster and he roared. "
38 " As a blacksmith to a blade, nightmares are capable of hammering the dullness of the mind until it is sharp enough to cut any terror when awake. "
39 " We constantly reevaluate our lives with the faded print of the dead, and the fresh ink of the living in search of certainty when doubt runs high. "
40 " Words have oppressed, and liberated countless. It is a weapon that can be used to inspire and save lives, or discourage and forsake them. "