❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
A pack of Rogue wolves is moving down from the mountains to enslave any other pack that will bend to its will, or destroy any who defines their orders. And the only packs that are able to stop this are the Storm Pack and the Snow Pack. For years these two packs have allied to stand against the Rogues and succeeded in...
This book is a blade sharpened and drawn. Held firmly while pointing towards reality, ready to swing. A mental rant.
Someone once said that, quiet people have the loudest minds. Someone was right. That someone was probably a quiet person himself. When a quiet person is silent, that silence is often very noisy but noisy was something that only they themselves, can hear. So what is this ? Well. This is simply...