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"Go to bed, bard. That is the place for dreams."

We can excuse a demon who stalks the night seeking blood. It is his nature, he was created for just such a purpose. But not a man who by day commits acts of murder and by night returns home to be a good, loving husband and father. For that is evil of a monstrous kind, and casts doubts upon us all. - Morningstar, David Gemmell

Painting: A Nymph by Edouard Bisson

Several villagers came by as I played but I ignored them. The first person I noticed was the whore, Ilka. She crept in close and sat hugging her knees, her huge blue eyes fixed to my face. The music changed as I saw her, becoming wistful and sad. She shook her head and rose, beginning a curious dance in the mud. I saw her then as a nymph, a magical eldritch creature trapped in a world that understood nothing. And the music changed again, lifting and swelling, still sorrowful but filled with a promise of new tomorrows. - Morningstar, David Gemmell

Nothing beats a good fantasy book before sleep.

Led Zeppelin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave You (Danmarks Radio 1969)

Alone within my cell tonight my heart is filled with fear The only sound within the room is the falling of each tear. ☁️Archive