The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
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The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
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