But he thought of his lady’s face. The colour of her lips the
last time he kissed her.
And he stood.
‘What do you want, coldblood?’
The last breath of sunset had fled the sky, the scent of long-
dead leaves kissed Gabriel’s tongue. The want had arrived in
earnest, and the need was on its way. The thirst traced cold
fingers up his spine, spread black wings about his shoulders.
How long had it been since he smoked? Two days? Three?
God in heaven, he’d kill his own fucking mother for a taste
…
Her gücün bir bedeli vardır. Hepimiz bedel öderiz. Sözcülerinki açlıklarıdır. Dokumacılarınki güçsüzlükleri. Ve Karanlık’ı çağıranlanlarınki…
… eh, önünde sonunda Karanlık’ın da onları çağırması.
" Ölüm hepimizin tutabildiği tek söz. Bu hayat... içinde sevgiye yer var, Mia. Ama sonbahar yaprakları gibi bir sevgiye. Bir döngü güzel. Sonrakinde devasa bir ateş. Geriye kalan tek anı, küller."
you don’t belong here
It was Mia’s turn to frown now. Confused. Insulted.
what does that mean?
The boy’s hands swayed, deft fingers crafting words from the silence.
after the scourging
you were the only one
to ask if i was all right
no one else cared