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It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom. —William Dean Howells
sgiath de solas, shield of light.
Those who roamed the nights looking for blood had crawled back into their holes with the sunlight like vampires.
Bullshit in a hermetically sealed bunker is still bullshit.”
How shall man escape from that which is written; How shall he flee from his destiny? —Ferdowsi
Friends who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only, are left! —Matthew Arnold
“I dreamt of crows, do you see them? A murder of crows come to gloat, come to feed.”
She sought to inform, Arlys thought, Fred instinctively brightened. She wondered which one of them truly provided the best service.
And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. —John 1:5
“Something’s coming. It all changes. Something’s coming. It always was. Something’s coming. It ends. It begins.”
Dark nights full of wonder when magicks poise to rise.
