All Things Come To Him Who Mates.

The Strongest Guard Is Placed At The Gateway To Nothing. Maybe Because The Condition Of Emptiness Is Too Shameful To Be Divulged.

Eighteen Might Look At Thirty-four Through A Rising Mist Of Adolescence, But Twenty-two Would See Thirty-eight With Discerning Clarity.

He Was So Terrible That He Was No Longer Terrible, Only Dehumanized.

I Don’t Want Just Words. If That’s All You Have For Me, You’d Better Go

But They Were Frightened At His Survivant Will, Once A Will To Live, Now Become A Will To Die.