Jo

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
― Robert Frost

“Answer me!" he demands. I am the heiress to a legacy I wish I'd never discovered. The cold night prickles my skin. I twist my hands, trying to escape, but the rope cuts into my wrists. I swallow hard and try again. All the terror he's put me through makes anger storm inside. I want to hurt this man as much as he has hurt me. If I were free, I could kill this man right now. Without guilt.”
― Valynne E. Maetani, Ink and Ashes