Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.
True friendship is worth more than can be measured, a quality forever to be treasured. True friends will staunchly stand beside each other, as loyall… - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
True friendship is worth more than can be measured, a quality forever to be treasured. True friends will staunchly stand beside each other, as loyall…
- Cecilia Dart-Thornton
The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope. - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky. - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.
I want you and it will be so, While I have life. - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
I want you and it will be so, While I have life.
We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of … - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of …
If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am th… - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am th…
she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the mor… - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the mor…
Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergenc… - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergenc…
The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned wi… - Cecilia Dart-Thornton
The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned wi…
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