What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.