Maxioms by Mary Renault
How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?
How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our read more
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
