Cinder

There is no fury like a woman's' scorn.

" The dreamer awakes, The shadow goes by,
The tale I have told you, That tale is a lie,
But listen to me; Bright maiden, proud youth,
The tale is a lie, What it tells, the truth.
For this be warning, Telling beware,
For sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth,
And wolves lurk in every guise."

"I will not bow. Not anymore. "

ILIZABEATH