“People have often asked me, what is fear? Is it the feeling of dread? The sweat of unease? Or is it the knowledge of the unknown future? No. It is none of these. Fear is as much alive as it is a soul. Fear feeds on joy. It lives in us all. It is something that can never be cast out of us, as a landlord evicts tenants from a house. If you go on and tell me, that fear doesn’t live in you. I would simply turn around and tell you to jump off a tower. Then we will see who is in the right.” FearEmotionsDark Poetry Book:Dusk: Knytehood Source: Dusk: Knytehood
“All rejoice. Bless the souls who have been pulled from their bodies. Bless the spirits who had been chained to the walls. For we Spirit Seekers have done our work. The prison is dead, and yet we survive. Let us all rejoice, in the proclaims of the risen. All rejoice.” FreedomRejoice Book:Dusk: Knytehood Source: Dusk: Knytehood
“I blushed, looking around at all the dancers. All the girls look so beautiful. And the boys handsome. I’m not any of that. “R-Ravyn.” I said, as he twirled me around. “D-do you really think I’m beautiful?” Ravyn chuckled with a faint smile. “More than you know.” We danced between a row of women. A smile came to my lips.“Do y-you think anyone here is more pretty?” Ravyn shook his head. “If all the women in the world were combined,” He brushed his fingers against my cheek. “They would look ugly against you.” “What if I am ugly.” “Your not.” Ravyn said. “No. If I-I were.” Ravyn had a thoughtful look, his glanced to the ceiling before lowering his eyes on mine. “Then,” He tilted his head. “I would bruise myself, cut my skin, and make my teeth decay.” He put his mouth to my ear, his breath fresh and warm. “Only so you don’t feel lonely.” RomanceSweetYoung Adult Fantasy Book:Mydnight: Knytehood Source: Mydnight: Knytehood
“Ravyn, but the one you have met tonight is Dark Bird…” I kick his chest, the metal resounding. “Have fun.” Dark Hero Book:Dusk: Knytehood Source: Dusk: Knytehood
“I’m sure that everyone here would like that. To beat up an officer in any way they wish, but not for me. I’m still wounded a little for letting myself give in to violence. It’s becoming like a drug. I find that I need more of it every day to keep myself satisfied.” DarkGrimdark Fantasy Book:Dusk: Knytehood Source: Dusk: Knytehood