Hate. This girl hated him with all the violence Khalid felt in his heart. Hated the very sight of him. Hated everything he was with everything she had. Her hate was a thing of glory. She was not afraid. Why isn’t she afraid? His.

Everything was cold, and she chewed from habit rather than enjoyment, but she knew she would regret it later if she went to bed hungry as well as angry.

I am in no mood for boorish men. Or their warmongering. “Weapons.

Loving someone is to lose control.

Sometimes we must fall foward to keep moving.

Beautiful words were beautiful words, even to the most practical of minds.

When I was in the desert, I woke each day and carried on with my life, but it wasn’t living; it was merely existing. I want to live. You are where I live.

Time and again, you wound me and walk away!” Her.

A monster did not deserve to consider the motivations of his prey.

Why would you be curious as to where he found me, my lord? Are you in the market?