One must always account for the vagaries of truth.
I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.
Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.
When your heart is broken, it’s easier to follow rules
The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes. He was growing. New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cool...
I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that it was almost too much, all this newness, this fe...
It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free. No one swims only in the shallow water.
Shared, the pain was double, but only half so crippling. She couldn't bring herself to wish for the strenght to stand alone.
It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn't it? Not the telling of them.
But unlike sirens, selkies don't mean any harm with their songs. They don't sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy of it, and because of that, I imagine their songs are more ...
Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read Y...
Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling.
