Interrospire

“Snow whirled faster around them as Misaki crashed into the Whispering Blade a fourth time—shattering it.”
― M.L. Wang, The Sword of Kaigen

“Izumo stood, the branches of the young pine brushing his hair, and Misaki beamed. No matter what he grew into, she was excited to see it. This time she wouldn’t miss a moment of it. Holding Izumo’s hand, she bowed toward the black pine a last time. Until tomorrow, Mamoru.”
― M.L. Wang, The Sword of Kaigen

“About weapons, not boys!” Misaki said. “Oh my Gods! So, his parents disinherited him because he married a man?”
― M.L. Wang, The Sword of Kaigen

“No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory—this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me, it was myself. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, accidental, mortal.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann's Way