TaintedPure

The Devil is in the details and the hunt is in the chase. I can feel it in my bones, with every organ in my body, every ounce of blood in my veins. Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder, and there's more than meets the eye. Where the fire meets the ice, where the mist-calf treads, where giants hum and dragons dwell, in the fearful corners where Angels keep their watch, the old gods make their graves. They took their secrets with them, never to be revealed. It was Odin who left us the Runes, and the fool has it in his heart to divine them, their secrets, he says, spread eagle for him alone. And he goes to the barrows