Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

Trust is a thing you know without words.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.