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“Ghosts are real. And the ones who come aren’t always the one you’ve called.”
You have something of mine, I passed on something of me to you, and hopefully it isn’t cursed, I don’t know if I can leave you something that isn’t dirty, that isn’t dark, our share of night.
That is also what it is to be rich: that contempt for beauty and the refusal to offer even the dignity of a name.
she told him that certain beings were content with wine and flowers, but real gods demanded blood.
The monster always lurks inside the Labyrinth, and he who enters knows that if it’s not around the first bend, it will be around the next. Some know how to let out a rope and escape. He who makes it too far does so knowing the price.
There was a black heart that needed him and someday he would fulfill its wishes, because when you can’t fight, the only way to be at peace is to surrender.
When someone is gone, their voice is the first thing you forget.
