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The night air puffed and set the hill grass rustling.
Imagery is very studio ghibli esque
She rode hard across the flatlands, and imagined she rode across the sea.
But they were childless. It wasn’t a good thing, Katsa, as it would be for you.
IN HER BED, thoughts swirled like a windstorm in her mind; but she ordered herself to sleep. In an instant, the storm quieted. She slept under a blanket of calm.
She fell asleep that night, in a blanket partly dried, secure in the certainty that she could survive anywhere, on her own.
felt
ALONE IN the forest, Katsa sat on a stump and cried. She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.
It struck her that this should feel strange, to be lying here, watching him, teasing him. To have done what they’d done, and be what they’d become. But instead it felt natural and comfortable. Inevitable. And only the smallest bit terrifying.
And the wrestling turned to something slow and gentle and yielding, and they were warm, and occupied with each other, for some time.
Often, when people talk to you about your book, they will actually be talking about themselves. They will be showing themselves to you, making themselves vulnerable. This is an undeserved gift. You should cherish it.
Thoughts from the author so wholesome I want to melt
