Carlee

“He was the sun and she was the moon and his rays would light up the darkness around her. Always.”
― Candace Robinson, Crow

“They say pain can be passed in the blood. A sorrow great enough can alter an ancestral line, can make itself visible in the body even generations later, even once the name of the sorrow is forgotten. How long does it take for the body to realize it is safe? Does it ever?”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“Sorrow is long-lasting. It can become a companion if you let it. A stray cat who refuses to leave your side. There will be time for sorrow, as sorrow, like a cat, has many lives.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“Malka's flame burns for one hour, then one day, one year. It has not stopped burning since. And I have not stopped running. You were warned. The story as it is, it's not the story as we wish it were, but then again, it is not a story at all. It is our world. A dead child is a dead child. A massacre is a massacre. Memories must be told. Hens beget hens. Mothers beget children who beget daughters of their own. Generations pass and suddenly we forget. Our descendants are born yearning and they do not know why, for they have forgotten. Their hands are full of fire, their legs are trembling to flee. A body remembers. The soured air remembers. We cannot forget. I cannot forget. And if I am to remember, so too, I vow, will you.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot