“At my weakest, I wish for him. And at my strongest, I wish I could say it wasn’t the same. He rests his head on mine, gentle and grounding. I hate that he feels like that. Feels like comfort incarnate.”
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“It’s no wonder she grew up to be so formidable if the women in these stories helped raise her. They are fearless, their stories thrilling.”
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“There is such beauty in resilience, in the ability to laugh despite it all.”
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“I’m letting you off the hook with an easy question, so don’t disappoint. What is your favorite color?” I spin her if only to give myself some time to think. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is. “Blue,” I say, my voice low.”
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“I had little faith in gods or men, but I believed in the fearsome dedication of Luther Corbois with every fiber of my being.”
― Heat of the Everflame
― Heat of the Everflame
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