Wherever we are, we are as one
Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine. - James Carstairs
Pain is only what you allow it to be
I wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps.
Maryse sighed."Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?
Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.