Break The Curse Quotes

“Emeline...?"
Her mother's voice was no longer a rasp, but a soft, quivering thing.
Emeline spun to find the Vile behind her, glimmering like a mirage. The air shone, delicate as a cobweb, then changed.
Like a butterfly abandoning its chrysalis, the Vile before her fell away, until a monster stood before Emeline no longer. In the monster's place was a middle-aged woman, beautiful as the moon. Her raven-dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, her eyes were the bright blue of robins' eggs, and down her body spilled a silk dress the color of storm clouds.
Emeline let out a shaky breath.
"Mama?"
Rose Lark dropped the knife and the sharpening stone. They hit the soft earth with a thud. The roots of the cavern immediately grew over them, pulling both blade and stone deep into the earth where they couldn't be retrieved.
Staring at her daughter, Rose took a hesitant step before lifting shaky fingers to Emeline's face.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered as tears trembled down her pale cheeks.
Emeline shook her head furiously, reaching for her. "It wasn't your fault." She wrapped her arms around her mother's frail shoulders, pulling her close. Her hair smelled sweet, like rosewater. Her thin body shook like a sapling in a gale.
Weeping, Rose held her daughter tightly, as if, this time, she didn't intend to let go.”
― Kristen Ciccarelli, Edgewood

“People I’m not even close to, people I’ve barely spoken to… they’re choosing to risk themselves for me. I made a difference. My flowers made a difference. I’ve helped people and made them feel understood, accepted, worthy of love, worthy of time and kindness.
I never realized it was mutual. I never realized that I was worthy of such things. That anyone would step in and save me, reach down and pull me out of the water. That I’m not alone.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved flowers. She spent her days waltzing through fields under the light of the sun. “Thank you for your generosity,” said the bees. “I want nothing else but this,” lied the girl.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was cursed. She spent her days trapped in a cage, suffocated by the shadows. “No one trusts you,” said the darkness. “Tell us the truth,” said the captors. “It would be my pleasure,” lied the girl.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was loved. In the coldest of nights, a constellation of hands reached forth. “Come,” they said. “We love you like the birds love the sky, like the rivers love the sea. We do not need the sum of you, we do not need your candor. We need only your honest smile.”
The girl stood and welcomed the voices that willed her toward freedom. She left her chains behind and followed the dawn.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower