285 Quotes About Dark-fantasy

He couldn't think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn't known he possessed.

The passageway smelled like decaying bodies and lavender. Her nose found it entertaining. The rocky tunnel ate their footsteps. Camin Barice wanted it to steal their voices. Then, she wouldn’t have to listen to the aggravating filth spilling from her charges holes.

The rivers had been drained overnight and what was left were things no person should have to image let alone see. She had been smart enough to stay away. But, other humans— were curious. They saw and the image planted in their heads made them bait for the demons.When they extended their hands and offered them peace of mind, the humans accepted without hesitation.

Look, rodent.” At least she could still talk.. “Either chop off my ears so I’m not subjected to your verbal projectiles or clench your back passage so you’d stop dumping toxic waste.

Father lied. The knowledge tasted bitter on her tongue. She folded the orb into a scarf she’d brought. It didn’t conceal its light, but it was better than carrying the orb through the halls exposed.

Those treasures were stolen from the village they destroyed. The man pulled out a carved wooden horse and the two boys grabbed it at the same time. They pulled at it, fighting for possession. Zane’s carving. He shook his head and looked away, fighting tears. His son’s skilled fingers could carve any image. He’d inherited his mother’s slender hands. Sweet revenge just became sweeter.