Lumé

“The bridges were burned behind me and I could not make my way back across the ashes any more than I could walk on the trail of moonlight cast across the water.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“Over the mountains, the orange flame of the sun was sinking. Helios drove his mighty chariot beyond the horizon, leaving the world to darkness.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“here before me was a vast sweep of empty space; just the closed door and me, and only the stars sprinkled across the midnight sky to see what I did next. Did these cold, distant lights watch with any vestige of the humans they had once been, those special, chosen, favoured ones that had brushed too close to the divine? what would they make of my solitary defiance? my betrayal, the moment of my becoming? would they cry out against me? or did they bathe impassively in the dim bowl of the sky, all traces of who they had been burned out of them years before?”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“The cold green of his eyes. Like the shock of the chill waters when the sea floor drops away unexpectedly beneath your feet and you realise that you have swum out far beyond your depth.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne