My only true fear is in my conviction that I shall parish at the hands of my own demise to whichever end it is that I am scheduled to meet.

It's difficult to trust someone when all that's ever happened to you is the result of back-stabbing, jealousy, and hateful lies.

And who knew that beneath the dishelved rags and tattered lion pelt that you adorn yourself with, when pulled back reveals the most innocent lamb of them all?