Mai Corland

For my heart and my sunshine
and my man of steel

And hope is a jagged knife. Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all

But love has a funny way of sneaking up on you

When I get dressed up, it always feels like donning armor, invisible though it may be.

You can track beasts, but what about something as cunning as a man

Power corrupts everyone,” I say. “The more you have, the faster the slide

“I just… I saw what she can do, but I still…” he begins. “I don’t know if we need to rely on girls.”

No, the major issue is the fact that I am not Baejkin.

Love is a balm…as well as a blade on your neck.

Trust is a surefire way to wind up with a blade in your back.