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Without my shadow, the daylight is a death knell.
“Because in this world, and in yours, if you’re not the monster, then you’re the prey.
I have endured. I’ve endured the sickness of so-called magic potions that only made me vomit for days. I’ve endured blades cutting into my flesh, the blood collected to paint across my ceiling. I have endured and I can endure this. I can finally end this curse for all of us.
“Even the mighty oak believes she is strong until a man comes along with an ax to chop her down.” “Is that you then? Do you have an ax?” “All men are born with an ax in their hands, Darling. To take the measure of a man, you just have to pay attention to how he wields it.”
Maybe that’s what love really is, at the heart of it—choosing the pain with the pleasure.
