There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“HOWEVER skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were liquid silver as they narrowed at him, swirling with as many mysteries as the stars in the night sky.… — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
Calumny crosses oceans, scales mountains and traverses deserts, with greater ease than the Scythian Abaris, and like him, rides upon a poisoned… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
While my friend was my friend, he flattered me, and I never heard the truth from him. When he became my enemy,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
