“Long ago, I would’ve laughed at the idea of not killing someone as my first option, but here I am. It’s strange,… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“To write is not just seeing the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, but a means to shift the tides of color that exist… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“With each glare words escape me, yet no ears care to listen. It is cold here with her stare, judging every affair. My mind… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“That one doesn’t count. The poor scoundrel is deaf, but he makes a fine sniffer. How do you think we found you?” — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Little dove, tread carefully in your dreams. You are not alone in them. Others seek them too.” — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Liar! I know that you humans build your life in lies. It starts with your mortal lords and their fabricated gods. They use fictitious… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“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… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Memory is most fickle among the guilty. Fine, no one steps forward, no one lives!” — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“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… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
