“Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Everything burned, everyone lied, and no one paid for it but the ones in the muck.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Life moved in circles. Such was the path. What came would come again, breath to breath, until each riddled out the truth within. War… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Hold mirth tight against your breast, but answer every injury with bladed heart.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“That was magic, sweetest.” The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. “Did she think it a wave of the hands?… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Nothing lives long but the mountains and the earth. All the rest is air.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Are we not all one flesh? One mind? A sword brings power. Knowledge brings coin. With either, one can make blood reckoned, can earn… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote—a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“That was one of the inherent flaws of faith. Belief without knowing. But worse yet: belief without action. It could be good in its… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
