

Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens
1 My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he’ll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. ‘Cam,’ he will call to me, and I’
Pretty Boy
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My only accomplishment as an artist is I got fanart into Newtype USA's April 2006 issue. But hey, that's works for me.
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Life is real, life is earnest, the grave is not it's goal.
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul.
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My life is limited but knowledge is unlimited,
Chasing unlimited knowledge with limited life is exhausting.
Chuang-Tze
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"Le ridicule ne tue pas,
ce qui ne tue pas rend plus fort,
donc le ridicule rend plus fort"
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