Braxton Bird

“can hope for it,” said the woman who had once been the chief investigator for the Office of Miracles, a scholarly and secretive branch of the Faith of the Garden. “We’ve lost so much, but hope endures. Hope is free, and we can take as much of it as we need.” “Hope is a dream,” said Helleda, dismissing the comment. “Everything begins as a dream,” said the old woman. “We need something more substantial than wishful thinking.” “We do, but actions are born of dreams. Any action we take, if not born of hope, is merely reflex. Personally, I have no intention of living what’s left of my life merely trying to survive. There is no value in that. No grace. I would rather take inspiration from hope—not vain hope, but based on what might be possible—even if at this moment all we can see is rubble in the path of the Hakkian eclipse.”
― Jonathan Maberry, Son of the Poison Rose: A Kagen the Damned Novel