by aurumlupus » Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:54 pm
Sev almost wished that he could shift, he would be able to travel even faster. Not to mention, he didn't know what was chasing them, and even faster now. Above them, dark clouds started to gather again.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."