We Hunt the Flame

We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves.

A thousand leagues and a thousand sands. For you, a thousand times I would defy the sun.

Heart of my heart. Moon of my soul.

A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.

If I told you my name, would you bow?” His voice was soft. A melancholy caress. He lifted his chin when understanding dawned on her face. “Or would you flee?

Be as victorious as the name I have given you, and bring the desert to its knees.

There is a certain beauty in chaos, magnificence in the uncontrollable.

He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.

Love is for children, said the girl. Death is for fools, said the shadow. Darkness is my destiny, said the boy. Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle. Suffering is our fate, said the beauty. And they were all horribly wrong.

Promise me,” Yasmine said softly, “that if you die, you will die fighting to return to me.

...and he laughed a laugh she loved more than the warmest of fires on the coldest of nights.

Knowledge without action is vanity, but action without knowledge is insanity.

Darkness is my destiny.

There was nothing more respectable and dangerous than a woman of confidence.

But eyes couldn’t stay closed forever, unless one was dead. And the dead never dreamed.

He didn't live. He existed. And no one understood the difference between the two until they ceased to live.

Together, we will raise the dunes from the earth, and rain death from the sky. Together, we are capable of anything.

Death is the one thing certain in human life. Why does it still come as a surprise when it happens?

They'll tell stories about us, he had said. There once was a boy with a future. Until all he had left was his past.

If you want me obedient, prince, kill me and carry my corpse.

Maybe the tiny lions were merely ornaments, a display of pride for the victory over a man who defied men, only to be slain by women.

He would not fear the darkness. He was the darkness.

A monster. For a monster will always be enslaved to a master.

Sometimes, when you live a life of captivity, trapped for so long, freedom becomes a thing to fear.

The first step to getting anywhere is believing you can.

All right’ is when you’re bleeding black but it’s not as bad as bleeding red. When the world crashes but you’re not alone when it does. When the darkness is absolute but you hunt down the smallest flame and coax it brighter. When you carve the good out of every bad and claim it a victory.

Malevolence spilled from the woman like morning mist.

He came here for one act alone: murder.