Sweet Weeping Baby Jesus He Has A

Ancient One Sleeping, Waiting To Rise When Earth's Power Bleeds Sacred Red The Mark Strikes True; Queen Tsi Sgili Will Devise He Shall Be Washed From His Entombing Bed Through The Hand Of The Dead He Is Free Terrible Beauty, Monstrous Sight Ruled Again They Shall Be Women Shall Kneel To His Dark Might Kalona's Song Sounds Sweet As We Slaughter With Cold Heat

Morrigan "don't Worry I'm Following My Instincts." Birkita "perhaps You Could Find A Way To Prudently Follow Your Instincts" Morrigan "i'm Eighteen, Nothing I Do Is Prudent

Her, Cheer Up. Zoey's Grandma Didn't Say The Raven Mockers Actually Ate People. She Said They Just Picked Them Up With Their Humongous Beaks And Threw Them Against A Wall Or Whatever Over And Over Again Until Every Bone In Their Body Was Broken." - Aphrodite Lafonte

True Love Wasn't Found In Good Hair Or The Right Clothes, Make-up Or Shoes. True Love Was Found In The Soul - As Was Wisdom And Compassion

What If The Beauty Around Us Is Meant As A Reminder For The Many Gifts We Have Been Given And Our Need To Give Thanks To Them?