“ I was the Reaper and he was the Ghost, and his soul was long overdue for collection ”
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but just looked like the same devil to me
~ Quil Carter
And with the smallest intake of breath he had painted me a picture. Ash that stung your tongue like poisoned snowflakes and breaths of air that burned your lungs without fire
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but he just looked like the same devil to me
The greywastes was a basin overflowing with insanity, the very earth underneath me was only surviving because it was too mad to know it had died
