“On the borders of his world. That is where I find peace. In his embrace, I discovered a fortress of safety. No love is perfect, nor should it be. His darkness should defend me from my blinding light. While my brilliance shrouds his night. Love is a ghost, drifting where others can't glimpse its glow. It's truly a perilous predicament for both souls involved. It might be the death of the one of them. It can sculpt, assemble, and conjure; or it can shatter, decay, and dismantle.”
Book:The Impaler's Legend