By the pricking of my thumbs....
Lacertine Forest by Lady-Twiglet on deviantART
“The words you speak stir things in me that I thought were gone. Their faint white heat melts centuries deep in frost. I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart, while rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms, and all is full of hope. Ahhh, pining…” ~ ‘Pinesong’ (A Fine Frenzy)
grow by Kirill Vorontsov | 500px
Foggy Night, Bran Castle, Transylvania