Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesTags: risika
You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?
Amelia Atwater-RhodesA story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesTags: writing
Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesWe return to the void we never left, for Mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesBut you can't kill humans It's--
Evil? The world is evil Risika. Wolves hunt the stragglers in a group of deer. Vultures devour the fallen.Hyenas destroy the weak. Humans kill that which they fear. Survive and be strong, or die, cornered by your prey, trembling because the night is dark.
What could a mortal say to the merciless Fate?
I forced myself to my feet.
A'le-Ahnleh was the traditional end to a prayer. By the will of Fate.
"A'le-la," I whispered defiantly.
By my will.
What one person does, several people usually consider.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesTags: amelia-atwater-rodes hawksong kiesha-ra
Only in our darkest hour do we find the light. Humans are destructive by nature. The world is lacking balance. Terrors are beginning to triumph over the simple joys. Stand back and watch, because you're going to be here when we fall.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesIn a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesTags: dance freedom sacred-p-220
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