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“I will wait for you until the gold from the sun dwindles away.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Fairies are just girls with glitter in their veins”
― H.S. Crow

“Be terrified. Nothing in life is certain. It does not owe you anything, and if it decides to take something from you it will. You must accept this truth. Accept the dreadful possibility that your blind optimism is merely a fancied lie.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Creative people have it hard. There is always something trapped in their noggins yearning to escape like a caged animal, both too free and wild to contain. Little does the world know it will often scrape the inner walls of the mind until it gets what it wants.”
― H.S. Crow

“You deny the existence of magic. It's tragic. Aren't you a child born from the ashes of stars? Born from light to decide a life?”
― H.S. Crow

“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke my once carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn for a time when my mother’s tree swayed beneath the dusk like an amber sea, but the past is locked without a key. Never to return—only flee.”
― H.S. Crow

“We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.”
― H.S. Crow

“The elasticity of our dreams can take us to unspoken worlds, but our innate horror of the unknown is what weighs us down. Fight it.


Travel to the isolated coils of smoldering dust trapped in our dusky sky or explore the unseen timeless vibration of dancing particles that fashions existence. Whatever choice you make can change your life forever. The same applies to a story. Words are the atoms of a tale, and together they compose a universe.”
― H.S. Crow

“Let my sight end. Let the dark tides of Nyx ebb away beneath the white sands of null. Let our pale mother spread once more!”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“The sands bury everyone, with or without our help.”
― H.S. Crow

“Every key belongs to a lock, and every lock contains a secret. My mind churns for the truth that you hold. Why are you here? I never desired this for you, yet I am curious to know. Is this idle gaud the answer I seek, or is it merely the old memory of a dream I thought I once lived?”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Tampering with fire will burn you, even in the coldest regions.”
― H.S. Crow

“It fell like powdered sugar, brittle, yet airy and without direction as it covered the land under an unforgiving tomb.”
― H.S. Crow

“Long ago, there was a dream within a dream that allowed joy to reign, but that youthful breath drifted away as swiftly as a summer rain. There was nothing left after the dawn, except for a world darkened by a King’s broken heart. Now only Morpheus induced silhouettes dance in these lightless plains. They dance in sequence to the sound of time – unmoved by existence – trapped in a single thought I hope lies within you.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Words have oppressed, and liberated countless. It is a weapon that can be used to inspire and save lives, or discourage and forsake them.”
― H.S. Crow

“You are sorrow. You exist, even if joy is present. You’re not like them. You’re not like any other emotion. Hate and fear come and go, but you exist even when the breeze is clear of sadness. You are permanent and needed.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“You crack it, you owe us some yolk.”
― H.S. Crow

“The magic of a story is when the characters come to life, and defy our expectation.”
― H.S. Crow

“Selfish little flower dancing beneath flames do you dare drift in this wind alongside me? Take my hand and let us see skies untouched by night. You are not alone. Never have, and never will be. Death is only the beginning, but our breath shall reign forever.”
― H.S. Crow

“A violinist fiddled.
With strings resined for winter.
Summer's light splintered.”
― H.S. Crow

“Over the obsidian hills and the sunken yellow dale, through the vast oceans of fog and the fires of nevermore, sits the fickle doors of the land of twilight. I will traverse it all, and execute righteous judgment on all that oppose me.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Little dove, tread carefully in your dreams. You are not alone in them. Others seek them too.”
― H.S. Crow

“To write is not just seeing the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, but a means to shift the tides of color that exist within it.”
― H.S. Crow

“Liar! I know that you humans build your life in lies. It starts with your mortal lords and their fabricated gods. They use fictitious stories to impregnate the minds of people, and like herds of sheep they do as their told. With manipulation alone is enough to secure their reign. After all, is it not in your nature to be wanted and purposeful? It is such an easy game to play. I have observed this falsehood accepted by fathers and mothers over and over again. The idiocy becomes one with their children, and they become the infrastructure that not only sedates but corrodes the soul with instructed conformity. In the end, lies are all that you are.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“As long as we have children seeking unrealistic dreams, anything is possible.”
― H.S. Crow

“Living in the company of death—between the lines. It lets me see your face as if it were yesterday. I wonder if I’ve grown dependent on this pain. Stepping into the otherside. I see you, but Summer . . . who invited you inside?”
― H.S. Crow

“They say pale gilded flowers once blossomed here. They twinkled with excitement beneath the bright ardor of this sun. Each bearing a glint of hope that could heal the most broken of hearts. Yet, in disappointment . . . and regret—I found it to be a lie.

For a long time, I lived in that lie. Hatefully ignorant of the person I had to become. If not for her wisdom, the only constant of my journey would be death. In her, we had found hope . . . . . . and it haunts me knowing she’s somewhere out there—alone.

I will walk to the ends of the world, until the Gold from the sun dwindles away . . . if it means I can find you.”
― H.S. Crow

“That one doesn’t count. The poor scoundrel is deaf, but he makes a fine sniffer. How do you think we found you?”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“Patience is all we have in a land where time is obsolete. I press on, armored stranger. I am not deceiving you. The willows have always grown silent in my wake. I see and feel your ailing mind and it worries me. The night that follows you grows stronger. You still have time to change.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King