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| Inside My Mind... |
| *waits for screaming to cease* |
| Now that you've got that out of your system... |
| My thought for the week: I'm a refugee from a garden party. Damend flowers! |
| My band of the week: Linkin Park |
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| From DragonLance book "Test of the Twins" Lord Soth's Song by: I haven't the foggiest... Set aside the buried light Of candle, torch, and rotting wood, And listen to the turn of night Caught in your rising blood. How quiet is the midnight, love, How warm the winds where ravens fly, Where all the changing moonlight, love, Pales in your fading eye. How loud your heart is calling, love, How close the darkness at your breast, How hectic are the rivers, love, Drawn through your dying wrist. And love, what heat your frail skin hides, As pure as salt, as sweet as death, And in the dark the red moon rides The foxfire of your breath. |
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| Tarrant turned to him, slowly, and let him watch as the sanctified light spread across his features. The skin of his face and hands reddened, tightened, began to peel - but his cold eyes gazed steadily at Damien, and there was no hint in his manner of any pain or hesitancy. "Don't underestimate me," he warned. Blood pooled in the corner of one eye, he blinked it free; it traveled down the side of his face like a tear. Still he did not turn away, nor shield himself from the Fire's light. "Don't ever underestimate me." - passage from Black Sun Rising by: C.S. Friedman |
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