FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

Howl at the moon, scream at the stars, say hi to the sun, sure ― promise me one thing, though, that you won't get lost. It's a big world out there, little boy, and you're not ready to face it just quite yet. #486 chicklit 2/23

In the new age, Piper Williams will go to great lengths to become Queen.

Just two boys on Valentine's Day.

Sage, the damsel in distress.