“Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses," roared Aslan in a voice that shook the ground. "Your name is Fledge." The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled a… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“When I wake I ask myself, how much longer before they will just let me die?" - Tier, Clutch” — J.A. Huss Copy Share Image
