“Loving you was always a little like gazing directly into the sun. It seemed like a good idea on instinct, all that scintillate and shine. But you’ll burn right through your sensitive slivers of retina, and soon won’t be able to see at all.”
Read More“‘This thing that motivates you to such lengths,’ he says, and swallows- ‘Can it truly be called love?’ I soften. ‘Henry,’ I say, ‘It can only be called love.’”
Read More“Some nights Icarus wondered if Daedalus mourned him. He’d certainly screamed loud enough when he’d fallen into the sea, to anyone else they might have sounded like the screams of a father losing his only son.”
Read More“When Hamlet said to him, ‘I am too much i’ the sun,’ I thought to myself my child is burning. Some days he smolders, and some days he blazes, but his grief does not loosen its grip on his neck.”
Read More“April 17th, 1983 was no ordinary day. It was the day of two very significant events: the birth of Delia Constance Brown and the death of the town of Thistle.”
Read More“She often found him peering closely at her face, as if looking for something he’d lost. She couldn’t understand it. Hadn’t they once completed each other’s words? Complete each other?”
Read More“I came willingly, as a Queen should. A Queen does not bow nor recede in a game of chess, a Queen uses her moves expertly and with strategy until finally she captures the King.”
Read More“But being Sistra was more than that. Their blood danced in other’s veins. They dreamed each other’s dreams. They tasted each other’s laughter. They were one in a way that creatures would never understand.”
Read More“They were always made for war, not for roses. To touch them is to bleed. To be close is to provoke destiny. Such things, the heroes of legend, are not meant to be soft.”
Read More“We open our minds to the islands, let them speak through us in a language lost eons ago. We feel the islands weep as they sink further into the sea, their voices drowning, garbled, soon: silent.”
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