Hope

“Even worse, when I was a child he always corrected my hands when I prayed. I liked to pray with my fingers interlaced, but he told me that the devil could get in through the opening in my hands. He said the only respectable way to pray was with both hands clamped tightly together, the fingers raised skyward. As”
― Davonna Juroe, Scarlette: A Gothic Folktale

“Either I'd be homeless or become his slave of a wife. Both options were frightening, and I had no idea what I would do without a roof over my head.”
― Davonna Juroe, Scarlette: A Gothic Folktale

“She was too busy looking up the hill and blowing kisses. I followed her gaze and saw Gustav leaning against a cottage, a wide smirk on his face. He caught the kiss in the wind and put it to his lips, almost drinking it. I”
― Davonna Juroe, Scarlette: A Gothic Folktale

“Now, I’ve realized there are more frightening things than simply ceasing to be. Living, for example. Continuing to breathe, even though it feels like your heart is shattered into a million pieces and you can’t possibly go on another moment. Continuing to feel, even when your nerve endings are so frayed and overloaded from pain inflicted by others. Continuing to hope, despite the odds of rescue growing smaller and smaller each day.”
― Callie Hart, Rebel