Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.
The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new mo...
