Character: Feira Of Archeron

- It can be a very bad idea, I confessed, squeezing his hand harder.
Oh, certainly, said Cassian, slightly bemused, when we continued to descend in heavy black and quiet silence. But this is war. We do not have the luxury of good ideas - only a choice between bad.

And at that moment I realized what was the color of death and sadness... he was white.

She loved her garden. Always loved to care for it. Even when we were poor, she managed to grow a small garden in the warm season. And when -- when our state came back, she raised the most beautiful garden that you could ever see. Even in Pritine. It's awful annoying gardeners, because it was their duty, and the lady was supposed only to cut roses and put them in vases, but Elaine wore a hat and gloves, knelt in the dirt and weeded grass. It is always and everywhere behaved like a true lady, in addition.

My goal is more than revenge. My goal is more than personal retribution.

You think you play the game, I wanted to tell her, but you have no idea that every step you made last night was a step that I pushed you.

A nightmare, I said Tamlin.
I was a nightmare.

The stars shone, dim and small, over the blazing lights.
I watched them for long hours of celebration and could swear that they were my company. The company of my silent and faithful friends.

I let my veins be ice-covered, belonging to the old house where I never was. But I had the gift of his master, turning a furious rage to icy calm.

"Try" was now his new favorite word.

My anger became a living thing in my chest, echoing his heartbeat, which soothed me in my sleep and awakened me.

Frankly, it was one of my best works, even if her indifference was obvious only to me.

Not now, I told myself with each brush stroke, every movement that I made during these weeks. Quick revenge will not help anyone or anything, except my own raging fury.

If I were to draw this yard as was suggested to me my gut, it would depict spikes, tearing the flesh, flowers, collecting sunlight in plants, smaller sizes, and the hills are painted red.

I will personally light your funeral fires for what you did to my sisters.