There is something out there which is difficult to be saw and understand. (The Ring 1)

Worry wasn__ an emotion to which he was particularly accustomed__nd it worried him.

I do a weird thing when I am nervous where I tilt my head back like I am super confident. This is my attempt to fake it until I make it, or at the very least make it easier for someone to slit my throat.

I had to keep my hands clenched at my sides to avoid wiping my sweaty palms on the skirts of my gown as I reached the dining room, and immediately contemplated bolting upstairs and changing into a tunic and pants. But I knew they__ already heard me, or smelled me, or used whatever heightened senses they had to detect my presence, and since fleeing would only make it worse, I found it in myself to push open the double doors.Whatever discussion Tamlin and Lucien had been having stopped, and I tried not to look at their wide eyes as I strode to my usual place at the end of the table.__ell, I__ late for something incredibly important,_ Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.I could feel the full weight of Tamlin__ undivided attention on me__n every breath and movement I took. I studied the candelabras atop the mantel beside the table. I had nothing to say that didn__ sound absurd__et for some reason, my mouth decided to start moving.__ou__e so far away._ I gestured to the expanse of table between us. __t__ like you__e in another room.__he quarters of the table vanished, leaving Tamlin not two feet away, sitting at an infinitely more intimate table. I yelped and almost tipped over in my chair. He laughed as I gaped at the small table that now stood between us. __etter?_ he asked.I ignored the metallic tang of magic as I said, __ow _ how did you do that? Where did it go?__e cocked his head. __etween. Think of it as _ a broom closet tucked between pockets of the world._ He flexed his hands and rolled his neck, as if shaking off some pain.__oes it tax you?_ Sweat seemed to gleam on the strong column of his neck.He stopped flexing his hands and set them flat on the table. __nce, it was as easy as breathing. But now _ it requires concentration.__ecause of the blight on Prythian and the toll it had taken on him. __ou could have just taken a closer seat,_ I said.Tamlin gave me a lazy grin. __nd miss a chance to show off to a beautiful woman? Never.

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend.That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.