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There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness.
They knew nothing of conflict, greed, or jealousy. All was peaceful. Then humans arrived.
“The devil has a pretty face, and humanity is going to hell for worshipping it.”
Dorean was the type of woman I aspired to be. Strong. Bold. Intimidating. Able to verbalize her intrusive thoughts.
But trauma bonds didn’t change your appearance, just your souls.
We’re the lucky ones. The foster parents are gone. We’re free of their abuse.
it turned out even a massacre wasn’t enough to overcome my fear of speaking to strangers.
Excuse me? A marriage law at twenty-six? I’d be a child bride.
A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
It wasn’t about women being as tough as men; it was about the fact that they shouldn’t have to be.
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam—I shall either find a way or make one.
“My name is not Karen,” he spat with vitriol, like I’d gravely insulted him. “It’s pronounced Ch-ar-on.” I narrowed my eyes. “Okay, but it’s spelled with a K.” “Say my name,” he ordered. “Now, Alexis.” “Kharon?” I muttered. “Did you just say Karen again?” “What? No...” I squinted. “Wait, can you pronounce it again?”
“Bye, Karen,” I whispered spitefully.
“Who. The. Fuck. Did. THIS. TO. YOU?” Kharon’s raspy voice

