I want to chase the butterflies.

I want to chase the butterflies.

Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

No one can make you a victim but yourself.