by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 25, 2013 6:51 am
Matt smiled. "Leave or I'm going to kill her and then I'll light this trail of gun powder that goes to your supply and will blow up you ship."
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."