Darkdawn

Never flinch.

Never fear.

And never, ever forget.

“Sometimes the past won’t just die. Sometimes you have to kill it.”

“THE MANY WERE ONE,” Tric replied. “AND WILL BE AGAIN; ONE BENEATH THE THREE, TO RAISE THE FOUR, FREE THE FIRST, BLIND THE SECOND AND THE THIRD.”

“The many were one. And will be again.”

never fear was to never hope. Never love. Never live. To never fear the dark was to never smile as the dawn kissed your face. To never fear solitude was to never know the joy of a beauty in your arms.

Part of having is the fear of losing.

Part of creating is the fear of it breaking.

Part of beginning is the fear of your ending.

Fear is never a choice.

Fear was a poison. Fear was a prison. Fear was the bridesmaid of regret, the butcher of ambition, the bleak forever between forward and backward.

Fear was Can’t.

Fear was Won’t.

But fear wasn’t ever a choice

When all is blood, blood is all.

TO LIVE IN THE HEARTS WE LEAVE BEHIND IS TO NEVER DIE

That’s what this place is. A library of the dead. Books that were burned. Or forgotten ages past. Or never got a chance to live at all. These books don’t exist. That’s why they’re here.”

mon-fucking-strosities of books.