“What are you telling me?” Evar looked ashen now, as if this fairy tale had suddenly become the whole of his heart. “I don’t arrive too late. I’m not going to. You’ve seen how fast I am.” But Livira, who had no more than her fingertips still touching time’s flow, knew better than that. She saw the future stamped upon the face of the past, two sides of an ever-spinning coin. She understood the gift of purpose, the distraction it provided from the awful completeness of the circle. She knew the knight would find her broken no matter how fast he rode. She squeezed his hand, blinded by tears.
...more
I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT CRY I WILL NOT
