Quietus

Short Story » Fantasy, General Re: Freedom
The price paid for freedom. The thought floated drearily through Aria's mind as she stood quietly, the dank, dark wind sluggishly sweeping through her hair. Aria wrapped her cloak tighter ...
Aug 14, 2007

If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
— Woodrow Wilson