#moning

If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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#karen-marie-moning #dreams

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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