Bound (Highgate Preparatory Academy, #2)

by Rosa Lee

She lets go of my hand, stepping forward, and as we all follow behind, I’m reminded that although we may be Knights, she’s our Queen, and we will follow her wherever she leads.

Jesus fucking christ. Who knew Diesel Viper had it right all along?

My mans channeling my other man. We love it w

“‘Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.’”

A Thousand Winds, by Mary Elizabeth Frye