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The Witch Roads
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“Also, I was meaner than all of them put together, in my sunshiny way.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“ Joy is your calling.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“You have survived things that killed others, have you not? Yet there is joy in you, despite these stormy tides that would have scoured others into oblivion.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“sorrow, for anger, for fear, for all of it, tears were Ao’s answer. Elen had taught herself to smile through it all, because a smile meant more than happiness. A smile meant she wasn’t going to give up, not on herself and not on those she loved. A smile was defiance.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“You’re the sunniest person I know,” he said with a considering tilt of his head, “but then I think you are also the most merciless.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“The Shield of Peace and Prosperity so forcefully promised by the empire’s founders has, it turns out, only ever sheltered some, not all.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“She had never sought a person who would see the heart of her and love her for it. That dream wasn’t meant for the likes of her. She was a worker, a guardian, a protector. A courier. Someone whose life served others, and that was enough. There was joy in her ordinary life, and incandescent sunrises and blazing flowers and laughter and good wine, sometimes, and cheese so salty it brought tears to your eyes, and a hearty song shared with others, and good boots to walk the path of life. She really cherished good boots.
But not this.
He was gone.”
― The Witch Roads
But not this.
He was gone.”
― The Witch Roads
“I suppose I pity him, for he will never comprehend the precious spirit that is the soul of you.”
― The Witch Roads
― The Witch Roads
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, pressing her fingers tightly between his hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“The longer I tarry, the more it hurts that I must leave you, when I have come to see what a jewel you are.”
“I’m no jewel. More like a weed that survived being trampled on.”
He laughed, although perhaps with more pain than delight. “I love what you are, whatever you may choose to call yourself. To me, you are the cloud whose rain nourishes, you are the star whose effulgence sparks dreams of better things that may yet come, you are the moon whose stubborn light offers hope in the darkness and the sun whose golden rays bring life to all that lives in this world. Well, or at least to my heart.”
― The Witch Roads
“Sorry for what?”
“The longer I tarry, the more it hurts that I must leave you, when I have come to see what a jewel you are.”
“I’m no jewel. More like a weed that survived being trampled on.”
He laughed, although perhaps with more pain than delight. “I love what you are, whatever you may choose to call yourself. To me, you are the cloud whose rain nourishes, you are the star whose effulgence sparks dreams of better things that may yet come, you are the moon whose stubborn light offers hope in the darkness and the sun whose golden rays bring life to all that lives in this world. Well, or at least to my heart.”
― The Witch Roads
