Sutton Kelly & Kevin Ward
Осень 2012 года; болота, Лонгривер, Луизиана.
You think I don’t know how stories get written - how this story will be written?” Kevin put his hands on her shoulders, his face more open, more anguished than she'd ever seen it. “I am the dark lord, who stole away the slavic goddess. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end.
He is the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.
The things I love have a tendency of being taken from me.” He’d admitted that to me in the marshes.