Basir collasped on the floor, exhausted. "I don't know, King Edmund. But these enemies obviously know what they are doing. Whitefang could be anywhere by now..." he trailed off, feeling even more exhausted.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |