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And where there is value, there is power, and where there is power, violence will always brew.
Like many elves, Motogo’s gender was as flexible as the weather, accepted like the fall of rain, and change welcomed like the turns of seasons.
The scars of their life had fused them together.
‘You are the fire of my heart, and the beat of my drum. I am yours under moonlight. Until the rhythm sings no more.’
a prophecy denied is a prophecy left to fester. It will come true either way, but by refusing to acknowledge it you allow for the rotten roots of doubts to grow.’
‘You are the fire of my heart, and the beat of my drum,’ she whispered the vow to the forest. ‘I am yours, Chieftain Salawa, under moonlight. Until the rhythm sings no more.’
Love and hate are oil and water, separate but similar, and sometimes they swirl together, making it difficult to tell one from the other.
the anger of her expression had cooled from burned sugar to warm caramel, hot and sweet.
You look for ways to gain power over feelings that make you powerless.
For Yeeran was rain and thunder, her kisses unforgiving, her hands a tempest that roamed the curves of Furi’s body.
The war gave me a way to fight for all the children who had no one to fight for them. I miss that purpose more than my title.
‘All stars burn the brightest in the night.’
‘But all stars shine still, beneath the sun’s radiance in the light of day.’
‘We must let the wind of change ease our flight, not hinder it,’
Their kiss was hard, blistering, consuming. Neither one of them had time for gentleness. Too many thorns had grown between them.
