Born with the unfortunate gift of being observant, the Witness always found herself seeing things she should not have seen; things that had no desire of being seen, and she, no desire of seeing them. But nevertheless they always seemed to find her, imprinting themselves in her eyes and tormenting her weary soul upon those sleepless nights she found herself having all too often. Why couldn’t people just keep their discretions and secrets to themselves? And why did they always have to be so violent and dark? Didn’t anyone slink off into the night for love anymore?
Frostborn
A fiery soul is destined to feel cold. Welcome to the catacombs of ice.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Fires, Follies, and Sacrifices (Part 3)
“This Shadow Demon stories praise,
To defeat him is no simple thing.
The Pestilence and I bested him once,
Long before I became the King.”
- The Poet, A Ghost in the Frost: Diaries of the Lost
Friday, September 2, 2011
Fires, Follies, and Sacrifices (Part 2)
“The Frozen Abyss is all they say,
And all that I say as well.
But Kaltbury, in particular
Is the closest place to hell.”
- The Poet, A Ghost in the Frost: Diaries of the Lost
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Fires, Follies, and Sacrifices (Part 1)
“When all seems lost the desperate pray,
Hoping through faith they’ll escape the fray.
They think somehow it’ll all go away,
But death never hears a word you say.”
- The Poet, A Ghost in the Frost: Diaries of the Lost
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