“Lies are so suburban...But murder is nice and clean.”

“Are you prepared for what lies ahead?"~ Tristan ~”

“What are you doing, Evy?”“Stopping you from keeping all your emotions to yourself.” She released his hand, pushing it down. “Talk to me.”“I do not have anything to say.” Kaleb ran his hand through his hair, finally fixing his eyes on her.“That is a lie. You have plenty to say. And you owe it to me to tell me!”“I owe it to you?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about PRINCESS.” He tilted his head and half curtseyed when he said the last word.“That! That is what I am talking about. Since we ran into the others you have been cold and more arrogant than usual.” She kept her voice low so the others would not hear.“Is that so? I would say I was averagely arrogant”

“Cleansing and clearing are two words which suit the essence of Imbolc, as this is February, the Roman month of purification. This can be a cleansing of the self, in undertaking a good ‘detox’, or a clearing and cleansing of the home, in keeping with the tradition of spring-cleaning.”

“Well, how do we get out of this place?” Evyette’s voice shaking slightly.“We can’t.” If Kaleb felt any hopelessness he wasn’t conveying it. He looked around arduously, “Unless we find someone willing to help us.”“Oh well, that should not be a problem at all,” Tristan retorted throwing his hands up, “considering everything so far has tried to kill us!”

“A loucura humana é fonte de ódio, crueldade, barbárie, cegueira.”