I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.
Kristin CashoreAre you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?
Kristin CashoreWhile I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life
Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.
Kristin CashoreWell then," Roen said briskly, "are you sleeping?"
"Yes."
"Come now. A mother can tell when her son lies. Are you eating?"
"No," Brigan said gravely. "I've not eaten in two months. It's a hunger strike to protest the spring flooding in the south."
"Gracious," Roen said, reaching for the fruit bowl. "Have an apple, dear.
Tags: mothers
Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.
Kristin CashoreAs he left to answer the call, she heard him exclaiming in wonderment on the rise. "Rocks, Nash. Is that a river mare out there? Do you see her? Have you ever laid eyes on a more gorgeous creature?
Kristin CashoreYour eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.
Kristin CashoreAnd you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.
Kristin CashoreA monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?
Kristin CashoreTags: self-esteem monsters being-good monster monstrousness being-bad
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