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to be careful not to slip even as she prayed to fall through.
Only bottomless black, as if the night sky were under her boots.
She might be curt and ungrateful, but by God she could bake.
It was nothing like her quiet, well-ordered world of darkness and light and sadness.
mountains that serrated the sky.
CHAPTER 4
When Faina is born.
each in their pocket of light,
He hesitated. He was tired. It was late. They were too old for such nonsense. There were a dozen reasons not to, Mabel knew, but instead he set the lantern back in the snow.
All "no sex tonite" excuses.
The snow there turned a gentle red.
A lot like "child"
like the creases in an old map that has been folded and refolded over the years.
ah here's the love scene
Frances Hodgson Burnett’s Queen Silver-Bell. As
A quiet full of presence.
Not many thirteen-year-old boys could win a wrestling match with envy.
The same traits that as a young woman had made her so alluring now made her seem unwell. She was imaginative and quietly independent, but over the years this had settled into a grave melancholy that worried him.
she was their
creation.
like a fairy.
fierceness
Thank you,
No quotation marks
sorrow
He made few promises, but those he made, to the best of his abilities he kept.
She seemed to him both powerful and delicate, like a wild thing that thrives in its place but withers when stolen away.
Her capacity for grief frightened him.
Mabel had never seen anything more beautiful, and she walked among them.
She would be vigilant and wish and wish.
Even with all this heartache, it was beautiful here.
It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.
Snow had come to Mabel in a dream, and with it hope.
It was as if Mabel had been living in a hole, comfortable and safe as it might have been, and he had merely reached down a hand
The other is of fireweed in bloom along the riverbed.
when
So tightly she held on to her illusions.
as if in this act she had finally come loose and was falling.
Then light’ll come, and we’ll find our way.”
Like a rainbow trout in a stream, the girl sometimes flashed her true self to him. A wild thing glittering in dark water.
I don’t want to be warm and safe. I want to live.”
She was stunning.
icy egg.
There is something fanciful and yet feral about them.
Too tenderhearted, I suspect.
she knew it was her heart.
Hermione Granger
Joyful, though it should have known better.
She was in love.
Just as with the otter, she came to guard the girl as a secret.
it could be mistaken for a cross.
The angel from the woods.
unearthly blond.
like a grandmother, old and fussy.
the children…
