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Fear can literally feel like ice water. It can be a cold feeling that you swallow, that rolls down your throat and spreads into your chest. It steals your breath and makes your heart labor when it shouldn’t, before expanding into your belly and hips, leaving quivers behind.
to make the mistakes of youth is no crime, but not to learn from them is.
As terrified as she was, she knew that she had to keep going or she would never recover. As much as I wanted to keep her safe, especially now, it wouldn’t help her. Not in the long run. In a sense, her life was at stake.
She was terrified of the things she might have to face, but that made her no less determined to face them. That was courage, and more than I had.
“I’m thinking that if this dilemma grows any more horns I’m going to shoot it and put it up on the wall.”
“But this is where it always begins. Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.”
“It’s life. The last thing the twenty-first century wants to admit is that it might not know everything.”
“What happened to me wasn’t your fault. I knew the risks and I took them.” “You shouldn’t have had to.” “No one should. We live in an imperfect world,
I blinked, then reached over to pick up the ramshackle old broom with a gnarled handle and passed it to Mother Summer. The old lady took it and immediately began sweeping the dusty floor of the old cottage. “Bah,” whispered Mother Winter. “The dust is just going to come back.” “It’s the principle of the thing,” Summer said.
“You wish answers?” “Yes,” I said. “How can you expect to get them,” Winter wheezed, “when you do not yet know the proper questions?”
“Time presses,” Summer said. “That which must not be may be,” Winter continued.
