A Creative Disaster

“Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.”
― Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes

“Celaena walked and walked, until she found herself by the tree-lined shore of a lake, glaringly bright in the midday sun. She figured it was as good a spot as any as she crumpled to the mossy bank, as her arms wrapped tight around herself and she bowed over her knees.
There was nothing that could be done to fix her. And she was...she was...
A whimpering noise came out of her, lips trembling to hard she had to clamp down to keep the sound inside.
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She vaguely felt the light shifting on the lake. Vaguely felt the sighing wind, warm as it brushed against her damp cheeks. And heard, so soft it was as if she dreamed it, a woman's voice whispering, Why are you crying, Fireheart?...
"Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.”
― Jeffrey Fry, Distilled Thoughts

“The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen