Jace leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground. “I’m a warrior,” he said. “I was brought up as a warrior. I didn’t have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn’t sandy beaches or chirping birds in rainforests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win.”
Jordan looked at him levelly. “So you’re saying that what brings you peace … is war.”
“Now you get it.”
Wow, that case must be JAM-packed.
It’d butter be
looks like shes bready to go
my flight had better be rye-t on time
i’d hate for her to be forced to wheat
I bet that costs a lot of dough.
that case is toastally awesome
That case must be handy when you’re crumbing and going.
i really knead that bag
That suitcase looks like bread.
“That suitcase looks like bread”
It looks like bread
Times when you’ve probably encountered the Silence and forgotten:
-Any time you’ve walked into a room and forgotten what you went in there for.
-When the dog barks at nothing.
-Any time you’ve experienced deja vu.
-Whenever you hear the floorboards creek in an empty house.
-When the cat stares at the corner of the room.
-Whenever you’re alone and feel like you’re being watched.
-Anytime you’ve lost your train of thought for no reason.
Add more if you got ‘em
I forgot why I reblogged this.
When you see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look, nothing is there.