They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

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.

Only in our darkest hour do we find the light. Humans are destructive by nature. The world is lacking balance. Terrors are beginning to triumph over the simple joys. Stand back and watch, because you're going to be here when we fall.

Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

Live it well and this life can be grand.