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music, wrings the heart.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
music, wrings the heart.
Reclarient: a word from my youth, now seemingly lost. To give the claimer of a truth pause, as they find doubt in their own words.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
Reclarient: a word from my youth, now seemingly lost. To give the claimer of a truth pause, as they find doubt in their own words.
It was Eden’s turn for disbelief now, and she looked at Selene in wide-eyed astonishment.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
It was Eden’s turn for disbelief now, and she looked at Selene in wide-eyed astonishment.
Though she hated the timorous tone of her voice, it was too late – she had already exposed herself to her cousin’s ridicule.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
Though she hated the timorous tone of her voice, it was too late – she had already exposed herself to her cousin’s ridicule.
Releasing her held breath, she reasserted her authority by creasing her brow, as if weighing the merit of Selene’s offer.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
Releasing her held breath, she reasserted her authority by creasing her brow, as if weighing the merit of Selene’s offer.
Eden gingerly picked out the other blossom, confused that Doubt’s strident warnings might be nothing, save echoes of Shame’s goading.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
Eden gingerly picked out the other blossom, confused that Doubt’s strident warnings might be nothing, save echoes of Shame’s goading.
Sudden, certain knowledge they were in grave danger filled her.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
Sudden, certain knowledge they were in grave danger filled her.
A scream of abject terror choked out, barely audible, little more than a hoarse gasp.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
A scream of abject terror choked out, barely audible, little more than a hoarse gasp.
#goodnight Failed to meet my editing goal for the day, by 5 miserable pages, hoped you've enjoyed the hints of anguish unleashed. #tomorrow
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013
#goodnight Failed to meet my editing goal for the day, by 5 miserable pages, hoped you’ve enjoyed the hints of anguish unleashed. #tomorrow
Though it is the thought that counts, it's the expression of it that has real value. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 6, 2013