“Liar! I know that you humans build your life in lies. It starts with your mortal lords and their fabricated gods. They use fictitious stories to impregnate the minds of people, and like herds of sheep they do as their… — 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
