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as so often happens in one’s late twenties and early thirties, the irony quickly calcified into habit.
No one will be spared when the wolf comes home.
All this happens in a few seconds; quickly enough that Santos doesn’t even let go of the arms he’s holding. He’s frozen with terror and fascination. Tharn, he thinks distantly, remembering that fantasy-adventure book about rabbits he loved as a kid.
Our parents define so many things, she thinks. Love. Hate. Fear. Provider. Abuser. Abandoner. Monster. Mirror. They metamorphose. They mutate. They change. They are fairy tales with inscrutable illustrations.
Is that possible? To live in this world and not scare yourself to death? To feel turbulence and not imagine the plane going down? To experience hope as a grown-up with the same clarity a child feels terror? How do you not call forth the things that will devour you and give them teeth? How do you protect? Especially when the danger is you?
