The Process is Love Quotes

“You are wicked," the man told the sky, offering it his flesh. To the sand his bones. To the desert his heart.

The woman ran as fast she could, but it made no difference. She screamed, and her pleading cries of agony reminded the man of the old world of creatures and beasts and beauty, the world he had ruined.

Now the Southern skies were cascading North, clashing with the northern winds like oceanic tidal waves meeting head on. There was nowhere left to run.”
― E.S. Fein, The Process is Love