No, thats not how it happened… Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful… His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I’ll even carry them with me after I go.
Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here!” “Haven’t you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?
To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it. That is why we’ll never rule this world. We have the power to bend all men to our whim, but are forever pushing ourselves further,trying to fly higher…and falling
So easy to take it for granted, but this is something no normal human was made to see. The world of magic has blessed me with wonders and it’s only right to stop every now and then to appreciate it.
If I’d known how wrong I was – if I’d had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead – I’d have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.
sometimes, in pursuit of a greater peace, a man must stand by and lets those he loves suffer the injustices of men ho cares only about their own beliefs and nothing about the faith or feelings of others– even when it pains him to the very core of his spirit
No. You know this is wrong and you want to feel better about it. You don’t want to admit your as ruthless and monstrous as the demons you claim to hate.
