"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.

( Have you faith in the midnight sun? )

ControlI can feel his breath, the quiet shift as his lungs demand a rapid exchange of oxygen, the fear burgeoning in his eyes now disseminating through his stiffening body. He is a warrior, capable of presenting a veneer of complacency, indifference, arrogance ( Read more... )

His eyes, so often capable of transitioning from light to dark with barely a pause, twinkled now in the dusky half-light as he pulled coins from thin air, flipping them rapidly between his fingers in order to enchant the young child ( Read more... )