“It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.
Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.
The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again.
When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.
It is your immortal inspiration.”
-Vera Nazarian
"No! She was MY beloved!" Demetriuss' voice surrounded her in the old dungeon.
A shiver ran up her spine as he stood to his feet and glared at her through his malachite orbs.
"What?" Her voice was barely audible.
When Demetrius crouched down at her level, Katerina firmly looked into his eyes. She could hear his own audible br
