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But—if you’re an in-between sort of creature with no family and no money, with nothing but your own two legs and a silver coin—sometimes running away is the only thing you can do.
It smelled like adventure itself had been harvested in the wild, distilled to a fine wine, and splashed across each page.
Sometimes I was so lonely I thought I might wither into ash and drift away on the next errant breeze. Sometimes I felt like an item in Mr. Locke’s collection labeled January Scaller, 57 inches, bronze; purpose unknown.
It was one of those things you want so much it burns, so you keep it deep in the center of yourself like a banked coal.
It turns out that once you begin, habit and memory keep your body moving in the right directions, like a wound-up clock ticking dutifully through the seconds.
She accumulated the dust of other worlds on her skin like ten thousand perfumes, and left constellations of wistful men and impossible tales in her wake.
He consumed books as if they were as necessary to his health as bread and water, but they were rarely the books he had been assigned.
Yule Ian
Oh i know the other twist exactly now lol
at some point I learned the trick of stoicism: you hide. You pull yourself inside your castle walls and crank up the drawbridge and watch everything from the tallest tower.
I would do worse things to find my way back to her.
Hey buddy maybe worry about the kid you literally have already lmao men are useless
Too many times, your eyes said. You left me too many times, and now something precious and fragile has broken between us.
I suppose it would take a brave man to love a witch, and men are mostly cowards.”
To be not-alone, to be loved, to have that warm presence always at my shoulder…
Maybe all powerful men are cowards at heart, because in their hearts they know power is temporary.
I hope you will keep the world unruly, messy, full of strange magics; I hope you will run through every open Door and tell stories when you return.
