‘The King lay there in the dark for hours, in a pool of blood. He couldn’t remember his people or the bright warmth of the sun. He only remembered that he had loved them and that he was dying. His people had never loved him as he did them, so why had he? Because they were his people, because he wasn’t like them, because he was made of light and there was no other way to live than to love his people. But now his heart had been hollowed and filled with ice, and a heart of ice can’t love. The ice began to spread. ‘
Category: writing
Hey! I’ve started posting When The Moons And Mirrors Rise on Wattpad. I aim to post it fortnightly, but things have been a bit chaotic
Hey! I recently finished the second draft of The Faithful Ones, which is the version getting posted on my Wattpadd account every Wednesday. I’ll put
So over the school holidays I had an assignment for my Big History elective (it’s a university course but I my high school does a