My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.
Shut your eyes and see.
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses