03-06-2018, 12:55 PM
Khaedrik does not love the morning world -- for what right have shadows to wander in the sun's dominion? None, none at all -- but Khaedrik has no care for law, or beauty, or truth. They are pristine things, crystal and delightful to the ears of the heart: and so he hates them, as he hates all children of starlight and glory and promise. These things have lied to him, and stolen what he should have been, and given his dark eyes and immaculate skin to a smiling boy in sunlight, somewhere. He is the truth of Khaedrik, this boy; and his wraith is but memory and wrought thoughts, and all the abandoned secrets of the dark heart.
That is Khaedrik's greatest fear: that he is <i>not real</i>, not more than sensorial fodder.
<i>"I fear"</i> the boy answers the question; flutter-voiced and quivering <i>"That I am no more than a nightmare; that I am not real. A monster in the closet and nothing else."</i>
Annie Oakley is the princess you seek - and in the series she rode a horse called Target
That is Khaedrik's greatest fear: that he is <i>not real</i>, not more than sensorial fodder.
<i>"I fear"</i> the boy answers the question; flutter-voiced and quivering <i>"That I am no more than a nightmare; that I am not real. A monster in the closet and nothing else."</i>
Annie Oakley is the princess you seek - and in the series she rode a horse called Target