It’s so laughable that it’s somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.
Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.
Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I’m not sure of how to hold on to, though I’m desperate to try.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He’s just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.
I know I’ve done the right thing but I couldn’t feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
The face staring back at me isn’t beautiful but she isn’t something that would scare the horses, either.
Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won’t have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.
When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?
They don’t know what they’re in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who’ll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn’t really here.
I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman’s den.
I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.
All things are possible.
When I dream, I dream of him.
We’ve barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...
Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?
Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting in Kartik. We can be alone together.