“Jamie needed to look into her own eyes, look deep inside through them and past them, past all the imagery that was imprinted into her retina and refused to dissipate.
Jamie needed to make sure she was still in there somewhere.”
“There would be no heavy rain, no cracking thunder or bustling winds. The world didn’t care about him, his city, his country, or even the beasts. The day was beautiful in Igtahlia, no matter the circumstances.
The Don considered pulling up the gun and shooting himself. For a moment.
Then he chuckled, remembering the gun could kill a beast, and pulled a cigar instead.”
“The Dark Runner was dead, the Shadow was a rookie. She was the Sorcerer, the one and only original founder that was truly ready to fulfill the prophecy.”
“It is no use to live on, I say, if the only way to have history properly acknowledge my life is to serve the greedy and balk before the ignorant!”
“Damn it to the Void and damn you all to the Void! You called me mad, madness is what I’ll give you!”
The Circus Freak cackled as loudly as he could, allowing his happy laughter to fill the night! To steal its way into the nightmares of whoever would listen.
With a heavy sigh, she allowed the back of her mind to unfold like an ever-expanding scroll.
Zaniyah let her thoughts run wild.