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It wasn’t until everything was stripped from me—my love, my youth, my strength—that I learned what was truly important.”
Only when you understand your reactions can you begin to control them.
But something was missing from the Ladies of the Light: the male half. Nature existed in both. Kooky though she was, Mary Bell was right about one thing: nature was the light and the dark, and everything in between. The magical world was rough. Wild. The calm and the storm. It required balance. These ladies did themselves a disservice by calling only to the feminine. And only to the light.
He loved that about her. The innocent volatility. The excitement and challenge that she created over the normal course of her day.
Welcome to being a woman—always blamed for shit going wrong whether it’s our fault or not.”
“Might as well just come clean. It’s always worse when they catch you lying.”
I’ve been waiting for this moment. For you. For this life. I was always going to end up here. My path was full of zigzags, but there’s no one else I could’ve ended up with. Or you.
But then, his brother had always said women were stronger in the field, their strength of will hardier than the roots of an oak, pushing them past their own distress to help those around them.
“That’s why God gave the gift of birth to woman,” his brother always said, “because he could trust in mothers the most.”
