Spells, Strings, and Forgotten Things

by Breanne Randall

“We’re all on our own path, you know? You just have to find yours. And I hope you find someone that makes you feel, I don’t know, like you can be yourself with them. Mess and all. Because we’re all a mess in some way, Opie. The point is to find someone whose baggage goes with yours.”

“Hope doesn’t have to be a blazing fire,” Thalia said, her voice growing gentler. “Sometimes, it’s just a flicker in the darkness, but it’s enough to guide us through.”