The Possibility of a Mr. Darcy

"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?" "...Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked, passionately. "Little sceptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has... Continue Reading →

Fear is a Liar

"What do you fear, lady?" Aragorn asked. "A cage," Éowyn said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire." - From The Return of the King, by J.R.R. Tolkien I've never really been one to talk about fear; honestly, I... Continue Reading →

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