Nenia Campbell

Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

This softening she sees in me isn't enough to make me affectionate, but it's just enough to render me inept. I can't give her what she wants _ virtuousness _ or what she needs _ protection.

I wasn't a complete bastard. If she liked to think she saw good in me, if she wanted to take credit for it, I'd let her. She deserved that much.

No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you._ He leaned in. __t fucking kills me. Every night. I relive what I did to you every night._ His forehead rested against mine. __ntil you,_ he said softly, __ never felt truly helpless.

That's not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask__o, demand__e to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong to you. Never mind what it does to me. Never mind that each time I see you, I wonder if I'll ever hold you in my arms again, or be able to touch you without you cringing away like I'm a monster. I think it's fair to ask if there's an 'us,' my dear, because I suspect you're trying to use me just now. Tell me that's not cruel, and I'll let you go.

You can lie in any language on earth, and body language is no exception.

Time can be as fluid as water, and never in the way you'd like; it slows down to a standstill when you wish you could get things over with, and rushes by in a blur when you wish things would last.

In trials of ir'n and silver fain__he dead will rise and walk again__he blesséd few that touch the light__ill aid the war against the night.__ut one by one they all will die__ithout a cause to rule them by__s Darkness spreads across the land__e'll wield the oceans in his hand.__ive warriors will oppose his reign__nd overthrow the Shadow Thane__hey come from sides both dark and light__he realm the mortals call __wilight.___ magus crowned with boughs of fire__ill rise like Phoenix from his pyre__ beast of shadows touched with sight__ill claim a Dark One as her knight__he next, a prophet doomed to fail__ill find her powers to avail__he final: one mere mortal man__ho bears the mark upon his hand__he circle closes round these few__ade sacred by the bonds they hew__ut if one fails then so shall all__ring death to those of Evenfall.

Without ethics, science would be cruelty.

Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy, which led to guilt, as well as suffering.She looked at Gavin, supine, unconcerned, contented, and thought that perhaps there was something to being a sociopath. If you didn't have a heart, it couldn't be broken.

Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.

Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!

There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.

It takes many sheep to satisfy one wolf.

If I catch you, I might do anything. I might strip the skin from your bones as I drain you dry. Or I might drag you into my chambers and have you pleasure me in ways you cannot even imagine. I might even take mercy on you, and that would be the cruelest injustice of all, because for you, it would only be a temporary reprieve.

That's what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.