Cheryle Blake

“At that time, her core burned relentlessly with passion, desire, and complete disorientation. Their union was officiated by a queen she’d only heard of in folklore, and the people of the valleys reached for her and clamored to see the bride like she was their elixir. All of this only intensified the yearnings pulsing through her body and soul. She remembers one young lady, a commoner really, who pushed in from a crowd, sweaty and pregnant, to grab Lylitte’s hand. She locked eyes with her and saw the fever raging inside; it was in all the people in those days, the shamelessness, and a lust for all things of the new world. It was like a hurricane for life that no one could understand who hadn’t felt it.
“Only when we experience true loss are we pulled back into our own dreaming,”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“Her heart hammered, her head pounded. Part of her felt like maybe she could outrun it – the monster that stole her mother. She ran, the thumping of her feet her only anchor. She thought she
might rise up and explode, like a big greasy soap bubble.
If only I could.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Fear! Angel answered. I am Angel. I fear nothing.”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“Do I have a choice”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph