Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.
I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
You don't bite the women of other males.