“Our children did not die, on the day without eros, nor have their molecules spread apart, but rather saw how we modelled friendships and did likewise. For that magical day, they were all playing outside together in Neverland, Heaven, harmony, what have you, and their laughter and ours felt one and the same.”
Read More“Lucy knew that she should be worried about her safety, and while part of her continued to doubt her own sense of reality, all she could think of was the body in her dream. She wanted nothing less than to step into this new skin, and nothing more than to return to the dream so she could inhabit this form.”
Read More“‘The splendid thing is, the workshop does have the desired effect: seeing how Narcissus lives (in death) has made me feel much better about myself.’”
Read More“Already her voice has become softer, gentler as she tosses herself into the memory, challenge and guile replaced with an apparent lack of self-consciousness. Merlin is entranced; he could be a deep-sea creature snared by a predator’s light.”
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.”
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“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“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“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“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“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“‘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.’”
“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“The most accurate emoji to describe Eos is fire. She’s brilliant. She’s bright. She’ll warm your heart. But she’ll burn you up within minutes and act like it’s not her fault.”
Read More“It hadn’t always been like this. Once, the sun had been kind. Once, even a human could fly on a summer day on makeshift wax wings. But no human and no makeshift wings had evolved enough to brave this cruel new sun and give him offerings.”
Read More“His Icarus reminded him of the story of love, Ariadne’s favorite—one soul living in two bodies destined to walk the earth until they found each other again. He felt it, then, as their fragment of daylight was put to bed and the blanket of night dropped them into darkness.”
Read More“‘The dark times will be here when we no longer know why we should be ashamed or even that we should be,’ she said, throwing the glass back to catch the last drops. ‘It will be when we no longer even talk about climate change or war or any of that. Any knowledge we have evaporates.”
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