Bella

“My job is to carry his light.”
― Geraldine Brooks, Memorial Days

“They gave a wide berth to the fires, but at a distance saw the flitting forms of pillagers among the débris. Sometimes they passed a female fury crazed with drink shrieking anathemas upon the world, or some slouching lout whose blackened face and hands betrayed his share in the work of destruction.”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow