70 books
—
39 voters
“
The back of her throat ached; her eyes stung. "We're in a book."
Gwyn's fingers slid into hers, squeezing tight. Nesta looked up to find her holding Emerie's free hand as well. Gwyn smiled again, her eyes bright. "Our stories are worth telling.
...more
”
―
―
“
We are still splintered. We are still rough-edged. But we are also knitting together in the places where we were broken; we are finding each other in the darkness; we are holding fast.
We eat.
We sleep.
We breathe at last.
”
― We Are Not Free
― We Are Not Free
