I hesitate, glancing at my phone out of discomfort, "There are... beings out there that aren't originally from here. They just aren't green with creepy eyes. They're human... mostly."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance up at her and flash a nervous smile, "My.. my brother. That's what he is. I'm not really sure what I am though. I come from the same place.. but I don't feel like that's home."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind