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The Goblin King shook his head. “The sort of passion she inspires in me is all flash and no heat. I need an ember, Elisabeth, not a firecracker. Something that burns longer, to keep me warm for this night and all other nights to come.”

“Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster.”                                                                                              ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said.“I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.” 

There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.

                   “Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below,                             and keeps the wheel of life turning.”                                                                                          ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

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winter turned to spring, spring to summer, summer into autumn, autumn back into winter, but each turning of the year grew harder and harder as the little girl grew up while the goblin king remained the same. will you marry me, elisabeth? the goblin king asked.                                                                                    but the little girl did not reply.

And still I wait. Still I hesitate, unwilling to let go of either. Both. Choose.