Lore

“Lore.” He kept that same soft tone. “I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.”

When we can’t change the past, the only thing left is to move forward.

A person alone could be controlled, but a person loved by others would always be under their protection.

the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.

sometimes you had to push away the bad things until they left you alone for good. One day his loss wouldn’t hurt so bad.

A new age was in reach, waiting to be seized by one strong enough to dare

Blood burst from the wound. The new god drank deep the sight of the old god’s fear—that pain, that disbelief—as his power faded. A shame the new god could not add it to his own

He would not. This would be his final taste of mortality

He had been rage itself

I love you more with every sunrise.