in the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. gale. i can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as i climb the hills to our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. a thicket of berry bushes protects it from unwanted eyes. the sight of him waiting there brings on a smile. gale says i never smile except in the woods.
part one: the tributes.
ahmaklık etme çavuş! düşmanı küçümsemek insana kazandığı savaşı dahi kaybettirebilir.
#chapter20
nereye gidersem gideyim bâki kalan tek şey ölüm.
#chapter16
Ve özgürlük aslında insanların almaktan hoşlanmadığı bir armağandı.
The Dark Valley
1:48,20
tehlike her zaman düşmandan gelmez.
#chapter5
kriz ne kadar büyükse sen o kadar sakin kalmalısın. tıpkı bir hortumun merkezindeki kum tanesi gibi.
#chapter3
bu acımasız dünyada serçe, uçmaya devam etmek istiyorsa bir şahin gibi yaşamayı bilmeli.
chapter2
Alone and Forsaken
We met in the spring time when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now have withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry 🎶
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees