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They were both running from the demons in their head, from a monster with no face. How did you fight what you couldn’t see? Quinn caught her staring and smiled tightly and it made Ember’s stomach churn. Quinn hid his pain behind a smile,
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“We all choose, Kendra. In the end, we can only hope we've chosen wisely. Regret is a horrible monster to flee from.”
― Breaker
― Breaker
“The Lost Girls
Nomad girls are Lost Ones too,
With leaves at foot and crown;
They too seek shelter in the tress,
Drink Red and Gold and Brown.
Their circlets made of steam and rain,
Their lashes powdered ash,
They're firelight, they're fox's kill,
They're blood and sweat and scratch.
Lost Boys fly forever, and crow the rising sun.
They play all day in Neverland, their laughter mermaid-spun.
But Lost Girls live underground:
They steal from hole to hole.
They drink the shadows, wear the night,
And paint their cheeks with coal.
And when the wind turns colder,
They split a doe and climb inside.
Still-warm sinew wraps their hands,
Dead muscle soaks the light.
You'll never tell what's girl, what's beast,
Once bloody fur's been trussed-
So think your happy thoughts, Lost Boy,
Wish on your Fairy Dust.”
― Shattered Blue
Nomad girls are Lost Ones too,
With leaves at foot and crown;
They too seek shelter in the tress,
Drink Red and Gold and Brown.
Their circlets made of steam and rain,
Their lashes powdered ash,
They're firelight, they're fox's kill,
They're blood and sweat and scratch.
Lost Boys fly forever, and crow the rising sun.
They play all day in Neverland, their laughter mermaid-spun.
But Lost Girls live underground:
They steal from hole to hole.
They drink the shadows, wear the night,
And paint their cheeks with coal.
And when the wind turns colder,
They split a doe and climb inside.
Still-warm sinew wraps their hands,
Dead muscle soaks the light.
You'll never tell what's girl, what's beast,
Once bloody fur's been trussed-
So think your happy thoughts, Lost Boy,
Wish on your Fairy Dust.”
― Shattered Blue
“These hands don't have magic." Daniel looked down at his palms. "But they can still do good, Kendra. Magic is extraordinary, a gift I will always marvel over. But it doesn't determine a person's worth, what they choose to believe in. Our dreams are fluid, just as we are. They change as we change.”
― Breaker
― Breaker
“To stand on stage means to have arrogance. Faith! You must believe in it."
"In what?"
"In the audience. If you succeed, they will love you like never before. If you fail, the audience will hate you at first. But," he lifted his index finger, "they will still love you because you had the courage to sacrifice yourself for art. Respect, you see. If you play from fear," he shrugged, "you have lost them before you have even begun.”
― Breaking Measures
"In what?"
"In the audience. If you succeed, they will love you like never before. If you fail, the audience will hate you at first. But," he lifted his index finger, "they will still love you because you had the courage to sacrifice yourself for art. Respect, you see. If you play from fear," he shrugged, "you have lost them before you have even begun.”
― Breaking Measures
“Dev tucks my hair behind my ear. “Yeah— whoa.” I clear my throat and sit up straighter. Somehow I managed to lean in rather close as he was talking. “The weird thing was,” he continues, “where we found you, under this tree, is where I’d go anytime I wanted to be alone. I would come here to think and get out of the city. And that’s where you landed. Sometimes, I think…”
“What do you think?” I nudge him to finish.
He delicately plays with the top of my hand. “Sometimes I think that you were sent to me, that someone knew I would find you.”
― The Dreamer
“What do you think?” I nudge him to finish.
He delicately plays with the top of my hand. “Sometimes I think that you were sent to me, that someone knew I would find you.”
― The Dreamer
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