Daughters of the Lake

by Wendy Webb

The old beliefs faded as the modern age dawned, but the spirits that inspired those legends remained, kept doing their important work, waiting for someone to believe again.

She slipped into the other world peacefully, even joyfully, surrounded by the living, who were grieving her passing, and the dead, who were rejoicing her homecoming.

this sentence gives me chills.

She was incomplete without him, and had no wish to walk through life as half of a whole.

She believed that people needed to trust what their dreams were telling them—for their own good.

It was the sound a soul made when it was in the very depths of mourning, and it never dissipated, even in death.

Teenaged girls have a way of holding fast to their illusions, even as those illusions are dissipating into the air. Denial of unpleasant reality is as powerful as the reality itself.