3 Quotes by Rue

Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes

The only thing you must do, flesh-child, is die. The rest is but a trick of light in the foam on the waves.

Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes.