Betrayal she sat warm cold clear and still sadness left her anger overwhelmed “*******” she whispered “pathetic” temptation She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.
pg. 99
Watschen footprints the dustiness of the floor this would all be for nothing she would never see her again. The reality it stung her The floor was cold against her cheek
pg. 143
December Night the shivering snow the girl wide awake she watched as he slept “Sleep well” turn off the light.
pg.392
Torrent his eyes were silver and strained misery was attached to them hope read the depth of sorrow it was true
pg. 398
Schweigen Peace. making his way through the darkness. Silence was not peace.