A man stepped into the beams of her headlights, a huge man with dark hair and a goatee and leathers. Behind him the landscape was blurry, as if he had stepped out of a fog.
Jane immediately burst into tears.
This man, this apparition, he was her shadow, the thing in her mind, the haunting presence that she knew yet couldn’t recognize, that she mourned yet couldn’t place. It all made sense-
On her next breath pain lanced into her temples, a horrible crushing burden. But instead of rolling through her, it dissipated, just floated off, leaving not even a sting behind. In its wake images came to her, images of her operating on this man, of her being kidnapped and being held in a room with him, of them being together,of her falling in love, then getting left behind.
- Lover Unbound, chapter 41.
I ADORE this quote from the book :D
Caspar David Friedrich - Sailing Ship in the Fog (1815)
Dragon’s Breath is a very gorgeous type of opal made into many types of jewelry.
They look like gateways to other dimensions… :O
That top left one looks like it’s plotting to take over Middle Earth
I need this
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But most likely I will follow you if you do. <3
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MY PRECIOUS GRAVEROBBER. AND MAG, OH MY BEAUTIFUL MAG.