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“I wanted to remember what you felt like,’ Kai’s words from earlier that day sank in his mind and rippled in his body, like a rock thrown on a deep lake, stirring up the waters that had remained calm right until that moment. Ren had never forgotten what his past lover felt like. Kai was a breath of fresh air, nourishing the fire within, making Ren burn bright… but Ren had always feared losing control. He feared becoming a flame too big, too dangerous and frightening that could burn Kai to the bone. That was why he had promised himself to keep away from his heart.”

“In a large, abandoned field, I found myself cleaning the dung off the only pair of shoes I owned since I can remember. Perhaps, next time, I'll be more cautious of my steppings. It was at that moment when I found myself locking eyes with a creature whose sight I found utterly revolting. Marked from head to heel with hair so short, one could've mistaken the poor thing for a boy, except for the bountiful bosom, whose ample weight carried well. If I were to say the poor thing made Ms. Bottom Slippers look attractive, I kid you not!”

“He narrowed his gaze and looked down at the ground, spotting a good sized rock, he picked it up and bounced the weight in his hand, looking back at the trees. Then, without ceremony, flung it into their shadows. The reaction was immediate. Branches twisted, limbs snapped forward like claws, snatching at the stone with frantic hunger. The trees fought each other, scraping and screeching in dry, fibrous snarls. A savage ballet of predators without prey. A curl of grim satisfaction touched his mouth. 'Nasty little fuckers, just like everything else in this place.' And if the trees were this alive… the sprites inside them would be worse”

“The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of a predator capturing and killing its prey as it tears into unspoiled flesh. Its teeth ripping and rending and the satisfying coppery taste of blood. There is the ultimate moment of surrender of drinking away the life essence. The pinnacle of lust which mounts in the very last breath, when the light drains from the victim's eyes and when the soul fades... Then there is only a triumphant cry to the moonlight and the beckoning depths of the ever waiting water.”

“+ Dunque è qui che perirai, impotente e senza eguali? + + Qual tristezza, così mi deludi + + Non sei forse tu il guerriero leggendario? + + Il combattente della vita, il trionfo dei preludi + + Dov’è finita l’ode, il canto temerario? + Come posso rispondere a queste domande? Non sono che un ragazzo, di un altro mondo, — di un altro piano. —”

“I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.”

“The darkness offered no comfort. It only shrouded the true nature of that place. It hid the mocking and gloating eyes of the unseen. The cold, dank air chilled everything in the room and had long since seeped into the very marrow of the girl’s bones. It gave no relief and only aggravated the already sore skin around her wrists and ankles. The skin that had been rubbed raw by the manacles that bit into them. The manacles that kept her chained to the stone slab on which she was forced to lie. The girl did not know how long she had been there, nor where ‘there’ was. All that she knew was that she had been forsaken, and that there were only two ways she would ever see the outside of that room again, and neither of them were desirable.”