“What do you think?” She turned to Reth, who avoided her eyes, staring determinedly into the sparkling pink distance. “You are the… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Triumphant hours are the Lark's Who circles skywards from his home each day: World's early riser, with bubbling golden song, Towards the… — Dafydd ap Gwilym Copy Share Image
“Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of immortal creativity.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
“I have never returned to the mortal realms. Those who make frequent trips do so at great personal sacrifice.” I looked at… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
