Anirudh Singh, 25 november 2011
Cicatrix manet
He is our greatest triumph, the embodimentof the hopes of an entire world, the hero of justice we have been waiting for all this while, the only man who can defeat the Tyrant.
No....not a man.
I can only stare dumbfounded as a saga worthy of being hailed in (... więcej)
Anirudh Singh, 25 november 2011
He was bewitched. Her face echoed around the corner of his vision. Always there but never clear. He could not remember her face. Was that strange? That he could not remember her face?
But he remembered her eyes. Oh those eyes. What fool could forget those eyes. And her lips, and the way she felt (... więcej)
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