Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned....
Across the dying fire, Seth Clearwater - his eyes wide with adulation for the fraternity of tribal protectors- nodded his agreement.
The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire...
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