I swallow and freeze for a moment, feeling her gaze on the base of my neck. No, she wouldn't hurt you, Luce. She wouldn't. Composing myself, I step forward again.
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
My eyes grow even more red and I resist from attacking, shaking slightly before closing my eyes and running fast past him. His scent enters me right as I do and I freeze in my tracks, my eyes opening again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind