ash

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door

Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray For children at the gate Who will not go away and cannot pray: Pray for those who chose and oppose

phase two of Operation Fish and CHIPs (Clean House of the Idiot Piranhas)

I will be with her again, or I will die. There aren__ any other options

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?

Meghan,_ whispered a voice, heart wrenchingly familiar, drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately, just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination, because the real owner of that voice would never be here, talking to me.Ash?__ake up,_ he murmured, his deep voice cutting through the layers of the darkness. __on__ do this. If you don__ come out of this soon, you__l fade away and drift forever. Fight it. Come back to us.__ didn__ want to wake up. There was nothing but pain waiting for me in the real world. If I was asleep, I couldn__ feel anything. If I was asleep, I didn__ have to face Ash and the cold contempt on his face when he looked at me. Darkness was my retreat, my sanctuary. I drew back from Ash__ voice, deeper into the comforting blackness. And, through the layer of dreams and delirium, I heard a quiet sob.__lease._ A hand gripped mine, real and solid, anchoring me to the present. __ know what you must think of me, but_ The voice broke off, took a ragged breath. __on__ leave,_ it whispered. __eghan, don__ go. Come back to me.

Nothing is certain,_ he murmured. __he future is constantly changing, and no one can predict what happens next. We have the power to change our destiny, because fate is not set in stone, and we are always free to make a choice.

To live for the hope of something isn__ really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca__ bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.

I don't need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.

You think I don__ know pain?_ Puck shook his head at me. __r loss? I__e been around a lot longer than you, prince! I know what love is, and I__e lostmy fair share, too. Just because we have a different way of handling it, doesn__ mean I don__ have scars of my own.___ame one,_ I scoffed. __ive me one instance where you haven______eghan Chase!_ Puck roared, startling me into silence. I blinked, and he sneered at me. __eah, your highness. I know what loss is. I__e loved thatgirl since before she knew me. But I waited. I waited because I didn__ want to lie about who I was. I wanted her to know the truth before anything else.So I waited, and I did my job. For years, I protected her, biding my time, until the day she went into the Nevernever after her brother. And then youcame along. And I saw how she looked at you. And for the first time, I wanted to kill you as much as you wanted to kill me.

His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. __ou__e playing with fire, you know that?_ __hat__ weird, considering you__e an ice prin__ I didn__ get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.

It would be dreadfullyironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemedappropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony.

Every tiny molecule of Ash is in motion with my heat I am such a Lunatic that I am free even in Jail.

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence." -Ash

Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart's paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality__ song

I was Ashallayn__arkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.

Goodfellow snickered."Wouldn't be any fun if we didn't run into some sort of catastrophe." Pulling his dagger ,he waved me on."After you,your highness.Puck to Ash