mordred

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more_

He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.

What I'd show you is much more bizarre than anything we have looked at so far, and I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. That's all right. Laugh if you must. Just don't take your eye off what you see, for even in your imagination, here is a creature who can do you damage.

Before the boy who lived, there was another story. One of a monster inside of a man. One of a hero inside of a child. One of a traitor inside of a friend. And one of an angel inside of a demon.

I want you too, so much,_ she whispered. He murmured in her ear, __hen take me.