This much poison cannot pour in one’s ears without it will leave some trace. — Tanith Lee

The antithesis of myself. No fervor in him, no greed for life, only his ruthless craving to possess, which took no pleasure in possession.

I have seen women who thought they loved me look at me that way, and wolves which were hungry.

I woke in the dawn. The plains of the Wilderness were exploding into light. It was the first hour of day, one of the two most beautiful hours of the desert, where sunrise and sunset are the queen and king.